Those are my kids running around the bottom of the lighthouse. It's much bigger in person. It's hard to get a feel for it from this picture. It was such a grey, hazy day. I'd love to get a picture of it with some blue skies and white puffy clouds. Maybe next time...
I just really like this picture. There's nothing posed about it, it's just me spying on my sweet family.
I like how they have this weathered sign bolted directly into the rock. And it strikes fear into mothers while they watch their children climb around the rocks especially when you realize that the waves and wind are so loud that they can't hear you when you're telling them to be careful.
My sweet girl. The lake was pretty scary that day as it was crashing into the rocks. The pictures make it seem much more serene than it actually was. But it was so beautiful.
I love his sweet face and pink cheeks from the wind and cold. This might be my favorite.
If you look at the picture of the lighthouse you'll notice there are trees behind it. Those trees are growing out of the rock. The roots are so gnarled and beautiful. It's amazing that anything can grow there.
The week ahead will be as busy as the last because the day after we got home from our trip my grandma passed away. My kids keep telling me they don't like when people die...me either... I'll try to write a post this week about my grandma if I have time. I'd love for all of you to know how wonderful she was.