WHEN HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF...

This post is very close to my heart.

You see, I grew up in a small town in the country, the kind of place where your grandparents and aunt & uncles all lived just down the road from you. You would jump in the tubes at your house on the river and 2 hours later, get out at your cousins house downstream. Life was good.

I have some cousins that are a generation younger than me, so they were little kids when I was a teenager. I would babysit them and watched them grow up. My aunt & uncles house just down the river from ours was a wonderful place. They had a little garden shed that was taken over by my little cousins as a play house. I remember them making believe they were mommies and playing house for hours.

Years later I would come up and visit with my kids when I lived in Miami. My daughter would find herself down in that play house making believe she was a momma and that was HER house.

Now.. many more years later, my cousin now has made that river house her home and has a family of her own. I was fortunate enough to spend some time there this past weekend and did a little lifestyle session of her kids playing in that same play house. It was so fun to see how some things never change. Children will always have imeasurable  creativity and wonder.

I hope that little house is there for many years and many generations... because the chocolate dirt pies are scrumptious!

Enjoy xoxo