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.
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.