If you follow my Instagram stories you know that Jack and I took a little vacation with my mama and sissy in law to the Sonora area here in California. We stayed in a quiet little cottage not too far from civilization, but far enough to enjoy a babbling brook, trees, wildflowers, wildlife, sweet summer rain, warm sunshine, and deep clean breaths.
The trip was planned as a girls trip until I insisted on bringing Jack along for the adventure. I crave meaningful beautiful moments with him as much as possible, and couldn’t bear to miss an opportunity to watch him frolicking in the mother lode.
For the most part, Jack was an angel, playful, friendly, riding in the car quietly examining the scenery as it passed him by.
But he was also quick to whine, cry, or throw a fit when I didn’t indulge his every urge and whim. However, I enjoyed teaching him how to pay attention to his surroundings and to appreciate the bounty of spring.
I had a few moments to myself, usually in the morning while Jack and his Grammy and Auntie were sleeping was I able to sneak out for photo ops.
Our first morning I snuck out and sat quietly on the porch with my camera and a cup of tea awaiting the arrival of some early morning wildlife. I didn’t have to wait too long before two deer approached and I was able to fire off some shots of them with my camera.
I also had a lovely birthday celebration which included an unsolicited “I love you Mama” from my child and a trip with my sissy to the Black Oak Casino, where I ate the best french dip and fries, drank a delicious beer, and doubled my money on the slot machines.
But after a couple of days of following Jack as he Mr. Magoo’d his way through the woods, I was tired and ready to head home.
We left yesterday morning in the rain my sissy did the driving because quite frankly she’s the best driver in the family. Plus she knows the area well enough to navigate us home through some amazing looking back road country.
Jack and I pointed excitedly to all the horses and cows along the way. Thankfully, Jack held it together with only one stop to pee and eat.
My heart is lighter upon returning home and I feel a little more grounded and closer connected to the earth than I’ve felt in a long time.
A large part of me so desires our own cabin in the woods, with a babbling brook and a pasture blooming with wildflowers and a black pony for Jack. A smaller part of me loves the smell of rain and Chinese food mixing on hot city pavement. But I don’t think I’ll be vacationing to a major metropolitan area anytime soon. I definitely plan to return to this cabin with my hubby for a romantic adult getaway, but I wouldn’t mind doing the family thing with Jack either. We had such a great time and I am so grateful to have shared this experience with my young son.