Last summer didn't allow for our week to the lake in Michigan, which was hard on the heart. Michigan is near and dear to Tim and me on many levels, one of them being summertime on the lake. Tim grew up summering on the lake in Holland. Our young, naive selves got engaged on the lake. And our kids are now experiencing all the lake has to offer, including sand in every crevice possible. Aside from that, it's a joy.
We just got back from a week in the New Era area, which was a first. We fell in love with the farmland, vineyards, fruit picking, lazy lifestyle of the area we landed in. Tim's childhood BFF and my college roommate own a cozy cottage on a hill that we rented with my parents. It was nestled in gigantic trees overlooking a small boating lake, which is my happy place. My brothers and their families rented our aunt and uncle's cottage down the road and we boated back and forth between the two. Aside from two crappy days and two trips to the emergency room with our little man and his strange Strep Throat side effects, it was a week of epicness as Dude would coin it. Pure vacation.
You might loathe pictures of peoples feet in lovely places, but you can't harbor negative feelings when there are tiny little baby toes included.
We finally met this sweet little buddy. His eyes never blink friends. They stay wide open and make you fall in love on first glance.
Our June Bug. She and Squirt were quite a team.
Sweet Hudson.
Perhaps the most darling children's store in all the world.
Soon to be 90 year old GiGi was able to join us for the day with Aunt Jan and cousin Melissa.
My beautiful, glamorous sister-in-law. I rather adore her.
This one was a water fanatic. She wins the most fun award for our family.
Dylan is the size of a man and grew up so much this past year. Can you sense the confidence behind the pontoon boat?
This was the day our little man started feeling better. This smile lightened my load.
Sweet Jesus do I love this kid. Big, gappy 9 year old teeth and all.
My dog child, scared shitless of all bodies of water. And puddles.
Dude and his Papa. There's really no other combo quite like it.
We couldn't resist the matching dresses. The vision of these photos made me do it. Squirt's wet hair didn't exist in those visions, but whatever.
Heaven.
Our little Hilltop Hideaway
Silver Lake Dune Buggy Rides took us right back to childhood. The wind in your hair, the sand in the your face, the bar banging into your knees....nothing like it. Our kids thought they won the lottery.
I adore my dad looking at Dude in this shot. He's always looking to see how much my son is enjoying life. Because he always is.
Tim's childhood Sea Doo still runs, for 5 minutes at a time. Then he has to empty water from the tank and he can go for another 5 minutes. Was it worth it? You tell me.
How are these two 66?
They actually touched skin for more than 2 seconds without verbally assaulting each other. I got proof.
Our sweet Enzo drove out in the pick up truck with Tim. They pulled the race car, which will be featured in Part II of this series.
She thinks she's bored, but if she was actually tubing behind a speedboat her confidence level would plummet.
Turns out it aint easy for an old guy to get into a tube.
Michigan's awesomest petting zoo/farm stand/park was 10 minutes down the road.
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