A weekend away

One of the joys of having grandparents living nearby is the option to abuse them and leave them with our girl (and hound) for a weekend. It was the first time we had spent a night away from her, and it felt like a big step. To our slight dismay, Mia did just fine without us, learned some new songs, and ran her grandmother ragged.


(view just near our Inn)

Corrie and I on the other hand slept in (7:30 that is) without a dog or kid to worry about. Got some reading in, had some fine seafood, poked around some little island stores, and otherwise just got to breath deeply for two whole days. We found ourselves in an extremely secluded spot on the island with fantastic views of the cliffs overlooking the ocean. Wild deer walked by us as the sun set. After dinner the mainland lit up the horizon with a chimney orange glow, but somehow the stars above the hotel still managed to stand out.


(Coffee and a book in the grass)

Still, we got to come home to this, which is even more fun.


(Not even noticing we're not home)