A Magical Place to Grow Up

We went by PJ’s dad’s farm yesterday to get a few things for our farm, and spent some time wandering around the over 100 acres. PJ grew up here and always talks about what a wonderful childhood he had out there. I could listen to him tell me stories for hours (and I have). I sometimes find myself wishing I had known him forever. Do you do that, too?

I always try to picture little him running around barefoot, climbing and swinging from trees, swimming in the creek, accumulating his many scars he now has as an adult from all of the shenanigans he got into when he was younger. My little wild man- so cute!!

It really is a beautiful farm. Doesn’t it look like something out of a fairytale? Like a little woodland creature could pop out behind a tree at any minute? Our farm doesn’t nearly have this amount of beautiful trees (some more shade would be nice out at our place!!), and we don’t have a creek like this one, either.

The farm has been in his family for 100 years and it feels old, established, historic.