Oh, how I love the Little House books. Seriously, loved them. However, this post is not about my love for the pioneer days. Nope, it is about my weekend.
The Little Cabin
This weekend Lance and I spent a weekend with some good friends in a log cabin in a remote part of Arkansas. It is true. Unusual, but true. Unusual because I am not lying, we were at least 30 minutes away from the closest gas station. Let's not even get started with Wal-Mart or Sonic.
The Big Woods (or one of the hundreds of fallen trees)Oh, but it was relaxing and beautiful and delightful. And we sang songs and prayed and told stories and played games. And I didn't cook at all. Nope, Lance brought all the food and he did most of the cooking for all six of us.
The horses
I am so blessed.
Us
2 comments:
Sounds like a great trip. How nice that Lance cooked you guys dinner. He can cook me dinner. :)
Awwww! I don't know why, but I haven't read your blog in forever! Congrats on the engagement!!! YOu look so happy! Can't wait to hear the story.
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