Yesterday, as we swept floors, packed coolers, and loaded the last bags into the car, I found myself fighting back tears. The lake house was exactly the same. The dock was still there. The water still sparkled in the afternoon sun. The familiar creak of the screen door still welcomed us as it has for…
Lakehouse
You’re Lucky Enough
There’s a little wooden sign that hangs in the lakehouse that says: “If you’re lucky enough to be at the lake, you’re lucky enough.” And every time I see it, it feels less like décor and more like a quiet reminder to slow down. No schedule to chase. No noise that matters. Just the ripple…