There is only one place I know,
where I'll let my babe walk up the street barefoot while pushing the stroller she should be riding in.
There is only one place I know,
where my big girl runs wildly down the side of the road while the cool wind pushes against her small body.
There is only one place I know,
where vibrant red berries hang from trees like weeds in late August.
There is only one place I know,
where the wild daisies beg to be picked by eager little hands.
There is only one place I know,
where I can't wait to get up in the morning (no matter how little the kids slept last night).
There is only one place I know,
where 3 cousins happily entertain themselves for hours on the floor of a tiny mudroom.
There is only one place I know,
where walking lessons with Momma, barefoot up the road, fill our evening hours.
There is only one place I know,
where we visit the local candy kitchen twice daily.
There is only one place I know,
where your aunt lets your girl pick as many apples as she wants (even though they aren't quite ripe enough yet).
There is only one place I know,
where magical woodsy mushrooms grow wild in the pine needles of the forest floor.
There is only one place I know,
where it is ok to walk a great distance ahead of Momma...alone.
There is only one place I know,
where my babe is happy playing with (not eating) the yellow flowers that grow along the road.
There is only one place I know,
where watching the dog fetch sticks from the water delights babies and adults alike.
There is only one place I know,
where sticking a set of play keys in an old lock hole excites the imagination of a preschooler for days.
Unfortunately, getting there with 3 kids, 3 car seats, a stroller, a Pack n' Play, a baby backpack and 6 pieces of luggage required the biggest car you can rent, 4 adults, 2 flights and lots of patience.
Nevertheless, I was overjoyed to spent time with my children at the place I enjoyed as a child.