Olan and I were both getting cottage-itch so after we loaded up on eats at the market, we packed the car and off we went. I swear by the fact that there is a part of your body that only relaxes once at the cottage. You're not aware that it's not relaxed when going about your normal life but then you go up and "whooosh", you feel it happen, and it feels AWESOME.
We had a great old time; fishing, kayaking (which Olan adores), snacking (what is it about the cottage that makes you so HUNGRY), poking about in the shallows and just generally doing what ever the hell we felt like. Inner peace was once more restored.
Making "chinese soup" in the rain. He kept calling out "Mommy- I have tears?!?" all concerned. It was just the rain, sliding down his cheeks.
Getting to head for an early morning paddle in the fog
