When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Great Lakes


I woke up this morning with the sweet sound of water gently lapping the sandy shore of Lake Michigan right outside my window.  Matt and the boys and I made the almost seven hour drive from Waterloo to Traverse City yesterday to enjoy a few days of vacation on the beach here before heading on to visit my family in Sault Ste. Marie, and from the moment my feet hit the warm water in the late afternoon, I felt at peace and at home.  I grew up with the three largest of the Great Lakes surrounding me, and the water of these giants and all of the wonderful memories and feelings it evokes are as much a part of me as my heart.   When I come back to these familiar shores and dive into the beautifully clear lakes, I am alive, and whole, and happy.  The north has never been "home" for Noah and Will, but our visits to the Great Lakes every summer have made their majestic bays seem like old, welcoming friends to the boys as well.  The water calls to them just like it does to me....











These times spent together as a family by the shores of my childhood lakes are some of the most cherished moments of summer for all four of us.  I'm so glad I get to wake up tomorrow morning and enjoy it all again.

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