Ok, who am I kidding, that girl is me. I’ve been floating through life for so long, going through the motions of working my full-time job, being a wife and a mom, taking care of our home, running errands, cooking meals, packing lunches, washing clothes, feeding dogs, and somewhere in there, fitting in time for my blog. We’ve stayed busy.
This past weekend, my husband and I went to our family’s little cabin in the North Georgia foothills to spend a day scrubbing and cleaning and sanitizing. We had such a wet summer that the old cabin was beginning to mildew and little critters were making their homes in the dresser drawers. We want to be able to enjoy it now that the weather is starting to cool and fall is upon us, not to mention it was just due for a heavy cleaning, so we decided to spend the day doing just that.
It’s amazing sometimes how places become so routine that we forget how incredibly soothing they are for the spirit. This little cabin in the woods is only about an hour and a half from our home – that’s the same amount of time I spend driving to work every single day, by the way, but my job is a lot less desirable than our cabin in the woods. My husband and I don’t take advantage of this gorgeous piece of property very often, but we should. And this past weekend, I was reminded of that.