Sitting by the big windows.
Parents & grandparents.
Everyone makes lunch except for me.
Blurry family photos.
Large batches of iced tea.
Parents and 2/3rds of their kids.
Seriously cool old maps.
That’s life at the lake. In the words of my sister “the only thing I have to worry about is when I’ll run and what I’ll eat after.”
The little things, yes?