My friends and I had been looking forward to our cabin weekend for months: Every year, for two precious days, we aren’t wives and mothers–we’re women and friends, free to do as we please with no duties calling us.
We’ve been picking a different cabin each year, and we knew we would enjoy the weekend no matter what kind of facilities awaited us. This particular cabin, however, had the stuff of magic in my eyes. It was large, rustic, and venerable, complete with a pond in front and a typewritten history of the family who built it inside. We fell in love with the place.
And, it turns out, so did Court. Another friend had brought her two dogs, and the three of them had an excellent time streaking through the forest and wrestling on the porch.
A wonderful time was had by all, human and canine alike. We can’t wait to go back next year.