we all have that place.
your place.
the place where you feel at home. connected.
a little part of you comes alive when you're there.
for brock, it's the ocean. he loves everything about it.
me . . . not so much.
my place? my place is the mountains.
i know it may sound silly, but it's my place.
maybe it's my native american roots or that i have so many good memories there.
it is, after all, where brock & i went on our first date.
could be the history geek lover inside of me that loves to imagine early life there and what that must of have been like.
maybe it's just an accumulation of all.
we spent the whole day there yesterday - climbing, exploring, playing and ohhing & ahhing over all the vibrant colors.
i hope, as my kids grow, that my mountains become their mountains too.
{caution: picture overload}
can you spot the kid? :)
no salt water & sand for this girl . . . i'd rather have my feet here all day.
