Shortly after we moved here we met a family that has girls Grace and Calla's age. We met at church and now, after our move, Grace and Calla are going to school with these girls. They are sweet girls. And their mom is nice, too.
Their mom called me on Sunday and asked if we might like to go up to the river past our house on Monday, since it was Labor Day and all. There's a set of falls there, and before this winter, there was a cave that was pretty fun to play in. Unfortunately the cave collapsed over the winter, but the falls are still pretty and the river is fun.
Here are three of the four girls we took to the river. (Daddy stayed home with the napping baby.)
What better fun than a peanut butter and jelly picnic on an island?
Frogs of course!
Grace was walking up the river bank and was startled by the big one. Then they decided to build a mud castle. She was getting mud and was surprised by a tiny one.
Turns out there were about ten tiny ones up and down the shore. And I love catching frogs. Yes, I'm the mom who tells her kids to catch the frogs. And if they don't, I will.
And yes, I did.
Because their castle needed frogs.
The little buggers kept jumping out. Apparently that's what frogs do.
A nice few hours with new friends. And some frogs. Frogs that we left in the river, because that's where they belong. Not in my house.
After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.