Little Moon making herself at home.
Every summer we get together with family at my cousins beach house. The cottage is a sprawling 1955 relic of the best kind where it's easy to appreciate the time capsule atmosphere (although the shag carpet challenged my allergies). The last time Eve was here, she was a newborn. This time, she was exploring every nook and cranny, dancing, and making herself comfortable. We went on bike rides, ate lots of good food, told stories, looked for mushrooms, laughed, sat by the fire, played games, listened to music, stayed up late watching movies on VHS, and enjoyed the company of family. I love this tradition.