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The Cottage

I love the sound of trees rustling in the breeze. I love the sound of waves lapping onto the beach. I love sand, lazy days, and corn on the cob. Working in the kitchen, I love hearing the sound of the oscillating fan and the feel of the cool breeze coming in from the window. I love seeing the shadow of the trees onto the walls in the bedrooms. The ticking and chiming of the clock and sitting in the rocking chair with my sweet ones are soothing to me. I've been visiting the family cottage up in Michigan since I was engaged to my husband. I fell in love with its charm then and I'm fascinated with the history of the place. My husband's grandfather and great-grandfather actually built it. It boggles my mind. When we are there, all our stress seems to melt away. We relax for the first time in a year with no worries to think about till we get home. Every year, it seems we leave the scorching heat of Colorado and come to the coolness and greenness of heaven. I lazed my days away in the hammock looking up at the tall trees above me. I could hear the boys laughing as they swam in the lake. The nights saw my sons fishing with their dad and grandpa and I basked in their joy of such a simple pastime. This place has been our retreat from the world. Things are changing and it will be sold someday. I will miss this little bit of heaven and pray there will be a new place that we can enjoy together. A place where we can make more memories of love and laughter, food and fun, mischief and mayhem.....for years to come.

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Anonymous said…
Thank you for sharing the cottage with us! The girls and I have wonderful memories...especially the oldest who didn't mind the "worm" (otherwise known as the leach).

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