Little Pink Riding Hood

Sydney and I explored the park behind our house a few days ago. It was one of those gray and foggy days where it feels like early morning all day long. I propped Sydney on stumps, nestled her in leaves, and perched her in the wedges of tree branches. It felt like we were deep in some magical forest, seeing the trees and roots from her level. 

It reminded me of the beautiful forests in Germany that we'd explore as a family when I was eleven. Anything that reminds me of Europe makes me happy. Like Sydney's hooded jacket. And seasons. That's a wonderful thing about living in Utah. Now Sydney and I can watch the trees in this park change in every season, and it will be a different adventure each time.