We got out of town this weekend. Into the woods. We packed a tent, woolen undergarments, and three wildling boys.
Given that this is a a blog post, I should write that it was smooth sailing and each moment was pinterest-worthy. However, given that I'm a documentary photographer I've got to be honest. It was hard work! The man injured his hip. The eldest boy had to face some serious emotional walls on the steep hike up the mountain. I had to address the fact that I might need to work to get in shape. And there was a sleepless night and some rain and the lingering smell of smoke.
BUT... it was so SO worth. I loved it. LOVED it. The boys ventured into the woods with makeshift daggers! A nearby forest fire created a haze through the golden hour and murky woods of enchantment! I read a book and drank beer and saw a timber wolf! And we did it all together-- the tough hikes and the fireside moments and the forest fairytales.
It would be easier to wait. To wait until there is less mess and less tantrums. Until there is more money and more sleep. But when we delay living together, adventuring together, we deny so much of life.... I want the messy adventures! The memory of that tough conversation on the mountain. Those grimy kisses and the invitation to see dragons in the forest!
We went into the woods... and I know we'll return there soon....