There was just something about New England that took my breath away. Turning every corner, we were both giddy like kids, we couldn’t believe the vibrant colors that were all around. So natural, so unpretentious. Just showing off their colors for nobody in particular. The aspen leaves looked like shimmering golden sequins in the sun. But even then, my favorite days were the ones where the sky was perfectly gray without any variation. Just a blanket of white that made every color brighter as if it were painted on a perfect canvas. If it were up to me, every day would be gray.
We drove through the tiniest of towns, advertising “free hot dogs at noon” and “pie and dancing at 7”. How could you not fall in love with a town where people gather for pie?
The turkeys roamed freely, we played card games, watched movies, played cd’s on the stereo, attempted a 1,000 piece puzzle, challenged each other’s words in Scrabble, raced cars on the old Nintendo and swung outside on the rope swing. We moseyed around shops, talked and laughed with the friendliest people, and left with a so many wonderful memories… (and photos.) We drove hundreds of miles, enjoying every inch that our new found corner of this country had to offer. I’m sure one day we’ll go back.
As for Ezra, he had the best time of his life. Really. He cried so hard when “nana” and “papa” left and we took the reins again. He has been asking for them all day. A little depressing? Yeah. Considering I was expecting a grand reunion with tight neck squeezes, kisses and tears. But it makes me so happy to know he was so loved and had a fantastic time without us. 🙂