Wilson's Apple Orchard is my home away from home. As we walked through the trees and looked at the water and ate way too many apples, I reminisced about childhood days passed on those acres. It's smaller than I remember, and the trees are a bit lower, and Chug and old Hawkeye the dalmatian are not to be found. But building these memories with the younger Gilbaughs is cherished, nonetheless.
Sam and I ate too many apples. Caleb got his shoes all wet, disobediently. Emmaline picked a whole basket full of perfect Golden Rods.
Yes, these are the happy moments of my life.
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