Quiet Time

Our family went “up north” almost all the time when I was little.  The cabin was built by my Dad before I was born.

I wonder if “100 Acre Joe” had any idea of the other men and boys named Joe and Joseph that would come spend time and fish in the same spots he had.

I wonder if he knew that his daughter and granddaughters would wipe down the walls that he built?

I wonder if he looked at us in amazement and wonder?

I go to the cabin for the QUIET and PEACEFULNESS.  I go to the cabin to just be.  I go to the cabin to unplug and think.  I love watching the kids play and splash.  I wish I could pack that and bring it back home.

Thank you God for my Dad–for life and for the cabin.