We are up at “the lake” for the week.
There is no place where I feel more at peace somehow.
That the boys have this experience each year, is something I trust they will always remember. It is a relatively secluded lake, with no one but our family this year.
By our family, I mean the boys, Shrek, and several of his kids. Can you say blending? Blending beautifully? Could we have picked a more magical place to expand into this larger version of ourselves with this much ease? It has been almost two years since Shrek and I met. My wisdom for those of you wondering is only this: it takes time, humor, and younger sibling adoration doesn’t hurt. Love is what happens when you create the opportunity for it to rise sweetly to the surface, like a loon when and where you might least expect it.
My hour at the internet cafe in town with two boys sort of reading next to me, and sort of having a burping contest is almost over. To be continued…