My House in the Clouds

These images were taken in one of my favorite places in the world. 

I've been writing letters to our daughter since I found out I was carrying her. Here is a small piece of one I jotted down when we spent a few days in North Carolina:

I write this from my family's home in the mountains of North Carolina, appropriately named Valhalla by my late grandfather. He would have loved you. He was the kindest man and adored me so much. It's crazy to think he passed away almost 20 years ago.

Anyway being up here takes me back to my first visits, around 15 years ago, when I was young and imaginative. I'd pretend there were mystical creatures in the woods. Now I stare at the trees and skies and see nothing in them. It's not a bad thing, but 25 is different from 10. Don't get me wrong- I'm not grieving it. The 15 years between then and now served me well, and got me you. I now imagine you'll be running around here dreaming up monsters, though 15 years from now you'll be in a different frame of mind entirely.

Time is strange, my love. You'll find yourself thinking of it often.

Enjoy this little gallery of a place that means the world to me.

Stay young,