For the first time in weeks, Austin and I are spending a weekend at home. Today, after laying in bed a little longer than usual, getting a few things done around the house, and waking up from an afternoon nap, we decided to take advantage of the "heat wave" and headed to the Shack.
The Shack is one of the best places on earth. My grandpa used to take all of the grandkids up to the Shack by himself for a week every summer. We would practice apple bobbing, shooting guns, and catching greased pigs. Grandpa would make us his famous deep fried potatoes, teach us about the Bible, and drive us around in a covered wagon hooked up to an old tractor. We would catch frogs, have water balloon fights, and play kick the can. It's a place where there is nothing but you have everything. The Shack is exactly where Austin and I needed to be today. We laughed as we trudged through knee deep snow, we watched Bear fall into the crick after testing out the ice, we carved our names in trees, and shared childhood stories. We dreamt about the future, shared what God is doing in our hearts, and ate too much crazy bread at the only restaurant in town. Today was the best day of married life to date. Sometimes you have to go back to the place that knows you the best, a place where the trees whisper your name and welcome you home. Sometimes you have to unplug, leave your phone in the car, and be with the person who teaches you what selflessness, forgiveness, and love truly mean.
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