The new adventures, for me.

Then new doors opened. For me at least.
I was finally able to go on a holiday.
He always found it hard to go by himself, feeling responsible for me.
Whenever he did leave he would try to provide me with as much food as possible.

I was like 1 of the kittens he had to look after.
But so now, we went on a trip to a treehouse, he had planned it all.
Magic. That is how I remember it. Pure magic.
For him though, he saw the struggle it had been to get me there. At the start I had to fight the urge to go back home, to my safe place. The OCD as always drove me to safety.

But did go.
3 stones I picked up the next day stand in front of me now.
Breakfast was served early and you get to pull it up to your treehouse :).
Magic...
I have the paper bag with the croissants and the 2 little jars of jelly.
Magic...

Then off we went to find another adventure. That worked out less because we couldn't find a camping and sleeping in the car didn't seem as alluring after we had gone to eat at a camping. But still, to me it was fun. New and fun, an adventure to me at least.

Next we stayed over at a B&B and I was again experiencing an adventure.
Little did I understand then what went on in his heart...