My true north
There are a few places in my world that I consider magical. Places that, no matter where I’m at in life, make all the bullshit disappear.
My parent’s farm is one of those places. Thirty five acres + sunsets + fireflies = instantly finding your center.
The other place is my family’s cabin “Up North,” as we say here in Wisconsin, which means “anything north of where I am right now.”
My great-grandpa, William, had it built and he and his buddies helped out in between rounds of poker and Scotch. Which explains why my father found pieces of a vacuum cleaner cord worked into the electrical wiring.
My best childhood memories involve this place and seeing my daughter there for the first time – in a place I, too, toddled around in – was beyond special to me.
She is the fifth generation to enjoy this place, and we introduced her to all our special spots.
…and so much more.
I love the pics Liz! It's so great that you got to introduce Addy to Door County and spend some quiet time with her there…it won't be long until she's asking you for the keys so she can take a group of her girlfriends up for a girls weekend…just like her momma used to do 🙂
Courtney
I love that last picture!! What a beautiful memory to capture:-)
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