When we were visiting Georgia, Josiah, my mama and I went for an afternoon picnic to a semi-secret riverside spot we used to frequent when I was little.
It was just as nice as I remembered it.
Truly, I felt like we were living in Wind in the Willows. My mind was racing off with thoughts of how lovely a simple but cozy wooden house on a riverbank would be.
The water was freeeezing, but we waded in anyway, and perched up on the slightly-dryer rocks.
Then it's fair to say we spent the rest of the afternoon mostly hunting for skipping stones. And skipping them til' our arms were sore.
Josiah was really good!
I really think he got 5 or 6 skips off of one stone. I never got more than 2 or 3.
It was one of the best afternoons I've spent in a really long time, and when it was time to grab my trusty Mr. Fox tote and hit the road, I was more than a little sad to say goodbye to our river rat day!
All I know is that we've gotta get back there.
And I need to brush up on my stone-skipping skills.