Due to some serious stuff going down in my family right now, I really don’t have it in me to write. A professional would push past all of it and get something down that would be worth reading, but I have resigned myself to the fact that I am not a professional writer and likely never will be. The best I can offer here are some pictures from the weekend. They are from my childhood home, a country house far from civilization and a place that I hope Abby will one day enjoy as much as I did. I picked the ones with my father, Abby’s grandpa, because they are my favourite from that day. I can see something of what he must have been like with me as a baby; looking into my family’s past is very important to me at the moment.