This summer was an interesting one. I don't remember a summer being so busy. I also don't remember one being so blasted hot. My highlight was my Michigan trip with my kids. I go to my home town every year, back to the place of my birth and get together with my big wonderful family.
I'm so glad that I am from a small town. And a gorgeous small town too. It never ceases to take my breath away to drive into town and look ahead to the bay off Lake Superior that my town sits on. It's my Zen, it's my home, it's my ancestry, it's my history. The sunset over the lake captures me and holds me in it's grasp long after the sun is no longer visible on the horizon. I can't even put into words the sense of peace I feel with the lake and the passage of time does not lessen it.
This year, all of my kids came. As they get older, I never know when jobs or life in general is going to prevent one or two from going up on our summer journey. The ties that bind us are strong and we are a family that rely on each other. This time, I was able to enjoy the kids as adults and have so much fun with them. I get to transport myself back to when I was young and me and my brother and cousins would spend our summer days and nights together in L'Anse. Even the caravan stop we make when we travel up to L'Anse was fun. We got the camper as set up as we could and all laid down to sleep. Then the giggling began. I don't know how long it continued, but it was pure joy to be there with all of them, laughing until out faces and stomachs hurt. As we laughed, we got more and more tired and then all was silent. I lay there sleepy from the laughter, thinking of how happy these kids make me and memorizing the joy.
That was one of my summer experiences, but such a moment to remember that I had to write it down.
