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Kate’s Point Of View.
“Why do you call it Alicia’s cabin, Mom?”
“Because Daddy built it for you, honey.”
“He built it for all of us. Our three names are on the door.”
“He did build it with all of us in mind, even the orphanage, but he especially did it for you.”
“I don’t understand why. I’m not ungrateful, but it seems like a big gift.”
“Your new father builds things for people he loves, Alicia. He wants you to enjoy the cabin now, and in the future, so you’ll always remember him. When you are a woman, you’ll realize how wonderful such a man who creates and builds is. He wants to climb mountains, soar with eagles, and do battle with monsters to win our love.”
“I do love him.”
“Me too, sweetheart.”
We walked away from Alicia’s cabin somewhat reluctantly in the end, climbing into the ATV that Jacob and our daughter had loaded while I tidied inside. I watched him admire the cabin for a full minute before leaving, knowing we’d return soon.
The three days we spent at Alicia’s cabin were heaven-sent and excellent bonding for our family. Hiking, star-gazing, cooking, cleaning the cabin, and decorating the walls with our daughter’s photographs gave me insights into her behavior, family history, and what generally made her tick.