small things with great love

After another four days on the lake, I’m surprised the boys haven’t grown fins already. It was great to have Caleb with us, too. He and I sat down on the dock for a long time yesterday morning, watching the boys laughing and splashing each other. Finally I asked “If you could live on the beach or the lake, which would you choose?”

“The lake, definitely” he replied. And I have to agree. There’s something about this life that draws you in, holds you close, refuses to let go. And when you find yourself driving home to reality, you replay the way the dock smells while roasting in the afternoon sun, the different-every-day water temperature, little boy squeals, screams, and all the hilarious things that happen because we’re all together.

We could gladly be lake people forever.

making chocolate pancakes with Nana

this is as genuine as it gets!

choose your lake entry method:

the only requirement is a big splash

I think my brother, Jon, wins for best jump

Jack’s new trick

dinner. kid table, obviously

grown-up table

itty bitty table?

tired out

 Sitting next to you doing absolutely nothing means absolutely everything to me. –unknown