It's so nice to have this place to escape to. This beautiful place, a two hours drive from my home, that I share with my sister and brother and their families. It is the dream home my dad and brother built but that my father never got to live in. His spirit is there with us though and I imagine he knows his grandbabies are playing together in the leaves and enjoying the lovely land by the lake.
There is always so much to see, so much to discover there. The landscape is constantly changing and being there with my brother I get to see even more-through his eyes. Every tree he had planted or those that have come down...each has it's own story.
There is something about being there with my brother that makes me feel so safe. He is kind and sweet and maybe it is because he is just so much like my father. And I can just feel how much he loves my boys as his own.
There is a freedom at the cabin that my boys don't get in the city. They don't have the boundary's or limits that they have at home and are free to roam and explore and follow their older cousin around (who I believe give my boys the same sense of safety I get with my brother).