We revisit places we would claim as our secret spots, flash back to the time we spent days preparing a garden, for the river to rise and flood it.
We wade in the creek when it's warm, flash back to me falling out of a tree into it during Geoffrey's senior pictures.
Our fort built at our favorite creek bend, toppled over in storms, flash back to summer days of laying in the sun and making plans, feeling like we were the only ones on earth.
We have our wedding portraits taken in the field by a river, flash back to the night before Geoffrey left for college and I cried while we danced under the stars.
So many amazing things have happened there, so many wonderful memories.