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How do I explain what’s special about our cabin…that she’s not just a cabin anymore…

How, after all the years we’ve grown old together…she’s evolved into so much more.

Sure she creaks more than she use to and she’s added a few wrinkles as time’s gone by…

But, as she remind me when I mention this, over these same years…so have I!

But because of all the time we’ve spent together her walls hold memories of our past.

which makes each time we walk through her door….a little more special than the last.

Awaiting in this cabin are the memories we’ve made throughout the years.

Most are happy memories…but a few are brushed with tears

Deborah’s mother’s laughter, her father’s garden filled with veggies we eagerly awaited

Bryan, Ali and Ryan performing full length plays they wrote, produced and then created.

Picking blackberries, holding a stick in a campfire then pretending it’s a torch,

coveting the Goddess of Uno, chasing fireflies, laughing together on the porch

Flying paper airplanes from the upper deck…watching them soar and glide

Playing games with Grandma and Grandpa…laughing so hard we cried.

This cabin saw Deborah’s mom’s and dad’s passing…

saw sadness grip the trees

But she’s also watched their great grandchildren sharing similar memories

Over the years this cabin has inherited our genes and chromosomes…. 

mix in all our memories and this cabin is our home.

We even call her Balsam House…

yes we’ve christened her with a name…

I wonder…since we think of her with fondness…

if she thinks of us the same.

Yes, somewhere along the way she’s become part of our family…

A safe…a loving and happy place….

where each time I enter 

I promise to ignore how she creaks a little more these days….

If she’ll ignore the new wrinkles on my face.