Within an hour, they were packed and ready to go.
Oliver sat in his car seat, humming happily.
Evelyn drove, the warm orange glow of sunset reflecting in her rearview mirror.
By the time they reached the hilltop cabin, the sky was painted in hues of gold and purple.
The air was crisp and smelled faintly of pine.
She parked near the cabin, helped Oliver out, and together they ran toward the porch.
The golden light of the setting sun bathed the world in a soft glow as Evelyn and Oliver sat together on the porch, gazing out at the horizon.
"Look, Mom, the sun looks so pretty here," Oliver said, stretching his tiny arms toward the sky as if trying to touch the glowing orb before it sank behind the hills.
"Yes, sweetie. It's sunset, and it is pretty," Evelyn replied softly. "You know what, it's even prettier now because I'm watching it with you."
Oliver turned his head toward her, his eyes shining with curiosity.
"Are you happy staying here, Mommy?"
