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So I’m going away for the long weekend. My long term boyfriend and I are taking my kid to his family cottage. And my God is she excited. He comes from this big loving Italian family with dogs and kids, and the whole shebang. And the cottage is like the perfect dream cottage. It is a log cabin in the woods right on the edge of the lake. There is swimming and boating and hiking. There is berries to pick, fireflies to chase and a little shelter the family jokingly calls the Gazebo (it’s only 8’x 4’x 5’) for daydreaming in. The cottage is a place of woodstoves and screen porches, of lazy days and loon filled nights. It is probably my most favorite place in the world. And I can’t wait to get there.
For me the Cottage is like its own world, it is cards in the kitchen, and a harvest table that overflows with food and friends and all manner of odds and ends. It’s swimming with dogs and bathing in the lake and long summer afternoons. It is a place to slow down, to enjoy one and others company, and to remember last years foolishness. It is a place to recharge, refresh and renew. And I will be there in less than 12 hours.
However, my kid is even more excited than me. I told her Yesterday that we had a lot to do today before we left this afternoon and she has been on tear ever since. I was woken up this morning at 7 am by this little voice, “Mommy, I really need to wash my hair, can I go have a shower now?” So I stagger out of bed and down the hall to the sound of pop tunes being sung in the shower, to find that since she woke up this morning she has found a suitcase, got it out, filled it with cloths and toiletries, books, and toys and “Blankie”, and all manner of sundries. Frankly I’m a little scared to find out just what exactly .
This is making me feel some what superfluous, don’t get me wrong I love that I don’t have to pack for her this time, but, it is the first time she has done it herself, heck most days I have to pack her school bag or only half of it gets there. It makes me realize just how fleeting her childhood is. And that realization makes me cherish these childhood days of summer all the more. http://i49.tinypic.com/2yl3di9.jpg
For me the Cottage is like its own world, it is cards in the kitchen, and a harvest table that overflows with food and friends and all manner of odds and ends. It’s swimming with dogs and bathing in the lake and long summer afternoons. It is a place to slow down, to enjoy one and others company, and to remember last years foolishness. It is a place to recharge, refresh and renew. And I will be there in less than 12 hours.
However, my kid is even more excited than me. I told her Yesterday that we had a lot to do today before we left this afternoon and she has been on tear ever since. I was woken up this morning at 7 am by this little voice, “Mommy, I really need to wash my hair, can I go have a shower now?” So I stagger out of bed and down the hall to the sound of pop tunes being sung in the shower, to find that since she woke up this morning she has found a suitcase, got it out, filled it with cloths and toiletries, books, and toys and “Blankie”, and all manner of sundries. Frankly I’m a little scared to find out just what exactly .
This is making me feel some what superfluous, don’t get me wrong I love that I don’t have to pack for her this time, but, it is the first time she has done it herself, heck most days I have to pack her school bag or only half of it gets there. It makes me realize just how fleeting her childhood is. And that realization makes me cherish these childhood days of summer all the more. http://i49.tinypic.com/2yl3di9.jpg
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