I went up to my Grandma's house to take some photos of the girls in their Easter dresses this year. Spring just feels closer, more real up there than it did in the valley. With our move, I was feeling nostalgic and I think my Grandma's house holds the dearest place in my heart. Amidst all of the chaos of my family, it is the place that never changed. I have photos of me in my Easter dress as a little girl under this same oak tree, buttercups popping up in the green grass. I felt the need to have my girls there too. We visited many times during our years in California, sometimes multiple times a week, but I wanted one last Spring adventure before we left. So after our photos we pulled on our wellies, I strapped Ruth to my back and we set off. My Grandma would often take us hiking down the waterfalls behind her house and I wanted to share that magic with my girls. It did not disappoint.
The ranch has always been my happy place and although this feels like the end of a chapter for us, it gives my peace to know that we'll take the memories with us.