I love outhouses.
Although I appreciate modern conveniences, outhouses as garden sheds are adorable.
I love old bowls and fresh raspberries.
I love nephews and their patient plight for raspberry pancakes.
I love campfire cooking.
It makes me feel competent and rustic and like a pioneer woman.
Although pioneer women didn’t have aluminum foil.
I love catching a glimpse of the baby he was in the little big boy he now is.
And I know it’s about time to lose the blanket and the nap time thumb-sucking.
I love observing childhood in all its glory, undisturbed and raw.
I love these two bundles of snips, snails and puppy dog tails.
I love camping.
And I especially love sunshine and clear skies while camping.
I love icy mountain streams that turn toes numb on 90-degree summer days.
There is nothing more refreshing than cool feet. Ask a dog.
I love nephews and kid creativity and duct tape.
I love fathers and sons.
Particularly this father and son.
I love …
Everything about this photo.