-Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
When family lives just far enough away that visits aren't as often as you'd like, the reunion tastes of celebration. A few weeks ago we made the trip to my sister-in-law's new house, country living at its finest, complete with private lake access. The boy cousins wasted no time reconnecting, racing around the secluded yard, lost in a world only young kids fully understand. The oldest girl cousin doted on the new baby girl cousin, discovering the joy (and challenge) of baby ponytails.
My brother-in-law escorted all of us in shifts on a boat tour around the lake the first day, proudly boasting of its charm. The boys were first, spending a great chunk of the early evening with the sticky night air kissing their faces as the boat glided over the water. My niece and I were last. Our lake tour was right at sunset, beginning in fading golden light and ending in blackness, twinkling stars glittering the sky. Loons serenaded our ride, their distinct music calling to us as we slowly rounded the lake, ooooohing and ahhhhing over each unique house.
The second day was spent playing and chatting and napping and swimming. As night fell upon us once again, the kids melted into bedtime, tired from their full speed day. The adults sat around a fire, swatting the bugs, sipping our drinks, and laughing late into the night.
The last day began slowly, everyone groggy from the festivities. Then came the packing up and hugging good-byes. But, first, photos with grandma, of course.