I was so proud of myself for coming up with the title of this post. I’m picturing a scene from last Sunday evening. My three daughters and two of my nieces rolling down a grassy hill, hair flying, arms flailing. Can you picture it? Five little girls horizontal on the grass at all stages of barreling and twisting, crashing into each other and bursting into giggle fits.

So I asked Gabe if he could get the pic off of his computer for me, and I’d put it on my blog. This is how we roll. Ha!

Except that he was the one with the camera in his hands during the roll-fest, not me. That fabulous picture was captured only in my mind, not on a digital memory card.

Shoot.

Anyway. Each of the past three weekends, we’ve spent a few hours hanging out with Gabe’s mom and dad at their little cabin on the river. It’s a beautiful thing. Life slows down, you enjoy God’s creation–both nature and each other, and you go home reeking of bonfire.

We talk, we walk, we swing, we mushroom hunt. The girls roll and run and giggle and hide. And pretend. Oh, the things they pretend.

It’s the kind of simplicity I long for.

Nina, Reese, Ava, Morgan, Livi.

Rock and Gabe. Can you tell they’re related? And yes, his real name is Rock.

This picture gives me warm fuzzies.

What more do you really need in life besides Jesus, a $6,000 cabin, your family, a muddy river, a fire, some rocks and flowers and trees, and something to munch on?

This is how we roll.

Well, for a few hours every now and again anyway. Practically speaking, we can’t really roll this way.

But a girl can dream.