From the Lake

We made it back from our trip this weekend and we are just getting settled back in to the rhythm of things around here. I'm not sure how it happened, but while we were gone something ridiculously large came to our home, picked it up, turned it upside down, and shook it several times as if it were shaking salt from a salt shaker. It's true. I know that is what happened because it has taken me several days just to find our floor. Luckily our floor, although under mountains of debris, is still there. I can't quite see it yet, but I can feel it. It's there.

Phew!

So while some large messy beast was tossing around our poor little house, we were here staring out at the beautiful blue water of Higgins Lake in Michigan.

{top two photos taken by gran}

Carmel on my back in her baby carrier, I could hear her giggle so close to my ear with each rise and fall of the swing. She would laugh and then I would laugh. She would hear me laugh and then she would laugh some more. Back and forth, back and forth, I'm not sure if it was the swinging while looking out at all of the beautiful blue water that was taking my breath away or the sound of that little girls sweet sweet laughter. Oh, surely the latter.

Andy spent one day sailing around anyone who would agree to brave the wind and waves out on the lake. Owen had been talking about going out on a sailboat with Andy the whole week, but when he finally got out there I think he felt afraid of all of that wind and water so big and so uncontrollable all around him. He stayed out there for awhile and then asked to come back in. It was the sweetest thing ever to watch those two guys of mine out there sailing around. Sailing has been such a large part of the history Andy and I share together that it just seemed so beautiful to me watching Andy out there with our little boy.

Early in the week we started a fairy house back at the cabin (inspired by this book). We picked a nice little tree to build around and collected some of natures most precious gems the rest of the week to decorate with. Time permitting I think we could have built both the most luxurious and the most colossal of all fairy houses ever to have been built, but alas...
all vacations must come to an end so our fairy house dreams must continue back in Ohio somewhere on our little peice of land way down the valley.