Carrying Gwen Wren in the Baby Bjorn is conducive to father-daughter bonding. Standing atop a granite boulder, overlooking Squam Lake, we together contemplated the immensity of life. Or I did, anyway. The Wren might have been contemplating her next meal, or maybe just looking at my shirt. But we bonded nonetheless.Wednesday, September 17, 2008
The Rattlesnakes
Gwen Wren is broadening her horizons up here in New Hampshire. Quite literally in this case. Yesterday was our wedding anniversary, and to celebrate Rachel and I decided to go for a nice hike. We went to an area called The Rattlesnakes, which, though it sounds ominous, was actually quite serene. We didn't see any snakes whatsoever, but we did see several woodpeckers, quite a few thrushes, and one warbler.
Carrying Gwen Wren in the Baby Bjorn is conducive to father-daughter bonding. Standing atop a granite boulder, overlooking Squam Lake, we together contemplated the immensity of life. Or I did, anyway. The Wren might have been contemplating her next meal, or maybe just looking at my shirt. But we bonded nonetheless.
Carrying Gwen Wren in the Baby Bjorn is conducive to father-daughter bonding. Standing atop a granite boulder, overlooking Squam Lake, we together contemplated the immensity of life. Or I did, anyway. The Wren might have been contemplating her next meal, or maybe just looking at my shirt. But we bonded nonetheless.
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3 comments:
Happy Anniversary, you two!! May you continue to find heart rock after heart rock.
What a lovely anniversary story! I remember climbing Rattlesnake many years ago -- gorgeous view, and no rattlesnakes.
Christina
Hi Rachel and David!
Happy Anniversary!
Gwen Wren looks adorable!
I'm doing an essay on bats, and was wondering if I could do an interview with the proficient Rachel to incorporate into my essay. My email address is carmich123@yahoo.com
-Clarice
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