There have been so many blessings this summer.
Delicious dinners at the Harbour Street Brasserie, where we get to play dress up like adults and enjoy perfection on a plate.
Tiring out the children with sunshine. Happiness induced exhaustion.
Paddling in our Bananas Gorilla Mobile. (The canoe is bright yellow). I LOVE Lake Huron.
In other news, my parents are putting their awesome house back on the market. If I had to live in town, I would live there in a minute. It’s right on the lake, you could keep some chickens if you wanted, the lot is absolutely private and really big.
We’ve had lots of visitors lately, which has been wonderful. This spring was really shit terrible in the morale department, having been made quite the fool of repeatedly by people I thought were friends. It has been hard to digest how desperate I was for comraderie. Was I really that lonely? Naive? I realized I expect people not to like ME, but to BE like me; if I have a problem I am quick to flush it out. But assuming makes an ‘ass’ out of ‘u’ and ‘me’ now, doesn’t it.
I have reconnected with old friends and made new friends this summer and it has been a very pleasant and rejuvenating experience. We have continued to foster some wonderful relationships that I could not be happier about. Bob and Maggie have been adopted by yet another set of grandparents, the love is multiplying. Such a beautiful thing.
After nearly 5 years of babies and breastfeeding, I am settling back into my body, gaining independence from the children and rekindling the homestead fires too. I am a very lucky woman.
[Sweaters courtesy of Philosopher’s Wool]