{Counting Stars}

Inhale.
That's what it feels like when we get down to the Cabin and step out of the car.
Like taking a big, deep breath.
Of fresh air.
And I mean that both literally and figuratively.
This weekend was the perfect Spring weekend to be there.
And there we were.

Things are just barely starting to turn green.
Little tiny buds are popping out and bulbs are peeking out of the ground through left-over Fall leaves.
The sun was out and the birds were singing.
Turtles were sunning themselves on a log in the pond.
We saw deer tracks in the woods and raccoon tracks in the creek.
The girls picked flowers and we saw the our first of many dandelions of the year.

Last night after we walked over to our Cabin from the Farm and got settled in for the night,
I stepped outside to take a look at the sky.
There were hundreds of stars in the sky.
Literally, hundreds of stars.
And I had one of those quick moments were I stop for just a second (on my way to the outhouse)
and realize just how lucky we really are.
Lucky to be able to see this sky.
Lucky to be able to be here with my little family.
For the kids to have the chance to play with their second cousins.

I try my best to remember, but I don't always.
Not to take it for granted, this perfectly-imperfect little life of mine.
To fully acknowledge how lucky we are.
And not just acknowledge it, but to actually live like I know it.
And sometimes I think the best reminder is to step away.
From home and our usual routine.
To unplug and relax.
To take walks through the woods and push little ones on tire swings and sit in front of a fire.
To watch the kids run and play without a care in the world.
And inhale that fresh country air.
And count the stars.