dreaming of a little cabin.
We wanted one last little getaway before the baby comes, so we found a little cabin in the woods far enough away that we didn’t know anyone and close enough that our doctor felt comfortable with us going on the trip. The last few months have been busy and exhausting, and we know (hasn’t many a well-meaning soul reminded us?) that the next few, um, years, will be even more so. This trip was all we had hoped for: simple, restful, and relaxing. I cooked our breakfasts on a beautiful vintage gas stove from the 1920s. We patted a sweet dog, fed dog food to enormous catfish in a muddy pond, and took long drives in the country. And it was all so good because we were together.