It. Finally. Happened.

Yes, the mallow made it to the mountain.

I wasn't so sure it was going to happen, but Austin laced her up some new shoes, cleaned her guts a little, and we hooked her up for the first sleepover in the woods.

She's so cute there, in the woods, under her tree.
So darn cute.

Camping-breakfast has never been so delightful.
Me and him and her.
Two dogs and a bowl full of eggs.
It was absolute, heart-filling, excellence.

I spent some time at the table after breakfast, after we walked the dogs, and prepped some beauties for future rolling. I love walking other places, looking at what the world has to offer there. What flowers, and trees, and weeds are producing in perfect repetition. The symmetrical song of it all. The potential it all has to be something else.

Enjoying time.
Enjoying views.
Enjoying solitude.
Enjoying one another.
That's why we wanted this trip. That's at least why I wanted this trip.

I love silence.
Sometimes I feel like that's a really strange thing... but I do, I love it. I love road noise, I love the chirps and creeks and flutters.. the sound of the world around me. That's what I mean by silence. Peace. Natural noise.

And I love sharing that noise, or the lack there of, with him.
If I had to hear something, I'd chose for it to be his voice, Frankie's demonic yoddle yawns, or Indy's squeaky stretches.
My family.
My hearts.
Because even now, in the silence of my living room, I can hear their quite lives.
And that's what I need.
All I need.

...and sometimes a marshmallow and a beer.
Sometimes there is that. 

Weekend perfection.