I know these probably look like dark, drab photos, but in retrospect to me they're pretty spectacular. I love North Carolina. I love it in the Fall, the Winter, and even in the Summer when it's so hot it feels like you could stir the air with a wooden spoon. Some of my happiest memories growing up occurred during my Summer's going back and forth to this house. The first photo is Hunter on the floor next to a stool playing Barrell of Monkeys, and this one stood out so vividly for me when I got back home that afternoon. I used to play cards with my Great-Grandmother on top of that stool, or sit in front of her on it while she asked me about school, whatever state we lived in at the time, or did I want another dill pickle?
I loved my Granny! This house was our sanctuary. Luckily it's stayed in the family, and even though my Granny is long gone now these pictures stung a little when I finally sat down to look at them. We have so many happy memories in life sometimes we forget about the hard one's. We have such a good time in that house still, even now it's hard to think of her not being there. I love visiting. I love being there where Hunter is learning to swim in the exact same water that I learned in, and now I'm learning to paddle board. I'm just amazed. Life is so incredibly quick.
Every single day that I watch Hunter grow, the more fond I grow of him being himself just in the moments that we have now. I loathe the day when he'll be too shy, or too cool to dance around, or sing a song in the middle of the grocery story. I realize this is all apart of the growing process, but it's hard watching a little baby grow up into a child. For now, we'll go back and forth to the lake house, and I'll keep taking pictures with Hipstamatic.
xo,
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