Well, I gave the shoal fair warning.
We came, we swam and we conquered.
And so begins an entirely different way of being at the cottage. I will no doubt struggle in the next few weeks, to find the moments to write down any of the thousands of thoughts and feelings that beg to be described, which naturally happen in the presence of children who delight you.
Just the number of people to feed alone makes for a completely kitchen-oriented, cottage-appetite enhanced daily routine.
Plus, there's the true fact that in the time I've sat down to type these words, I've been interrupted several times to engage in conversations about ideal kayaking conditions, who eats bears, how many deck boards can be straddled, and the best place to put the peanut shells being eaten by someone other than the chipmunk. So there's that.
And there's exactly that. And triumphant poses on the shoal, and the energy of life they represent. We're getting filled up with joy and love and wonder and each other, and really, family cottage weeks are the best of living in so many ways.
Getting here was a thing, as always.
Today's been full with church and one other thing.
Tomorrow the sun is supposed to shine bright and summery and all cottage-like again.
So let the games and the fun and the filling begin.
"So even to old age and gray hairs, O God, do not forsake me,
until I proclaim your might to another generation,
your power to all those who come."
Psalm 71:18
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