I’ve just returned from 12 days in NH and VT visiting family.

My in-laws live at the end of a dirt road on 100 acres – the same place my husband grew up.  To say it’s a breath of fresh air is an understatement.  Peep spent her days outside – barefoot and happy.  She could come and go as she wanted and got to experience the freedom of a childhood her father and I both knew. (It was also the 70’s and all kids were a bit more “free.”)

Rides on the "tractor" with Papa. Yes, that's a giant blue toothbrush sculpture and another story for another day.

I like where I live, but I do struggle knowing that there is a different way for Peep to be in the world.  Thank goodness our family continues to live in places she can run, jump and explore.