Hunting for Home

This may be a dull picture, but I love it because it shows a good man being a good papa.  For a couple of weeks, Annika went on a map-making kick, during which she made maps with a meandering path that led one over the river and through the woods-- a climb up Spicy Spicy Tree, a crawl beneath the forsythia bush, a hop over the log; you understand, I'm sure-- and then John would have to follow them once he arrived home from work.  Before eating supper or unwinding, he first followed the path, while I stood smiling by the window.