We celebrated Father's Day this year at the cabin and also got some rest and relaxation from our now very busy and stressful lives. We decided in a very short time to put our house on the market to see what would happen, and the whirlwind of activity that this created has us all exhausted. Getting the house clean and in show order is a small feat, and it was nice to shut the door behind us as we left for the cabin for two nights.
Our friends with two children joined us. Tim loved having someone his age with us, and we enjoyed it as well. This is the easiest trip that we've had up there yet. Both Tim and Luke have reached an age now where we aren't constantly worried that one of them will break something or fall off the dock into the lake. I was on-call for most of the time to give rides in the boat that GG and Gramps bought last summer. I don't mind slowly paddling them around and drinking in the scenery while sipping a cool beverage and talking like a pirate.
Luke loves to cast his small fishing rod and reel it in. We have to help with the casting, but he does the rest. When one of us lands a fish, he is ready with the net and in the way trying to get his hands on the 'ish', 'ish.'
Tim caught his first fish all by himself, from cast to net. He caught a second one, but it got off the hook just before I had it in the net. We credit him with two solo catches.
Luke likes the tree house.
The late snows have made it exceptionally green up there. For many, many years I daydreamed of having a family of my own to share this with. Paul has made that and so many other dreams of mine come true but in ways far grander than any I ever imagined. Happy Father's Day, Paul. Somehow it seems more like a holiday for me than for you because I'm so thankful that you are the father of our boys.
