three weeks

Just back from a whirlwind trip to our cottage way up yonder in the "wilds" of northern Michigan.  An open-up-the-cabin, clear-the-cobwebs, wash-the-windows, breathless sort of trip. I took a good book and slipped into a chair by the lake for a little reading, too.

In three weeks we'll mount a massive migration back to Michigan when ALL our children and new grandchild join us for a few days in our special family place.

We will

cook and eat yummy food

(cold food on hot days and vice versa)

laugh

swim

kayak

lie in the hammock

gaze at the stars

bike

explore lighthouses

bathe little Ari in the old porcelain kitchen sink

play games

roast marshmallows

or do nothing at all.

There will be lovely memories made.

I absolutely cannot wait.