My Girls, Unscripted

August 14, 2011  •  Leave a Comment

I'm going to make a solid effort to document more of our moments.  I'm vowing to not clean the chocolate off my kids' face, choose the outfits or brush their hair. I'm vowing to not tell them where to stand or to look at mommy's camera. I'm vowing to document their lives, unscripted and unrehearsed.
 


Because our lives aren't always pretty.  We certainly don't spend much time posing, as a general rule. We fall down and get back up. We spill our milk. We drag dirt down the halls.
 


I let them wear what they want, within reason. I don't care too much about matching or their outfits making a whole lot of sense. Young kids have zero control over their lives. It's important for them to make some decisions on their own.  Even if it means going out in public half ballerina, half cat.
 



We lay in the grass. We kick balls on the roof.  We (well they) dig for worms and give them names.
 



This is us.
 



Unscripted and unrehearsed.
 

 
 

The Cottage

August 02, 2011  •  Leave a Comment
 
Most people who know me, know this place.  They've been here, they've slept here, they've had green popsicles on the porch and years later, ice cold beer. They've played the out-of-tune piano in the house and they've been stuck on the pontoon when it broke down. They've braved bad storms and soaked up the sun on a perfect Michigan summer day.
 
This place has seen many changes over the years. The long dock that I jumped off when I was little is gone and so is the screened-in porch. But my kids still search for shells in the same spot that I did.  They still feed the fish just like I did. They still squeal with excitement when we drive by the lake on the way there.
 
 
 
My kids still think the broken and battered cottage toys are the best toys on the face of the Earth, just like I did.
 
 
They still love bringing their friends here, just like I did.
 

 
 
They love waking up here in the morning, just like I did.
 

 
Now I have a different kind of fun.  Just like the adults did when I was little.
 
 
 
We hit life's pause button here and leave the distractions behind.
 

 
 
This place never really belonged to me, and it probably never will. But it will always be a part of me.  
 
 
So here's to many more summer days, reconnecting with old friends and getting to know new ones. Here's to more swimming, running, digging, jumping, boating, eating, drinking, sleeping.  Here's to more cottage days.  Here's to life.
 
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