My husband and I arrived several hours before our children arrived. It was blissful. Peaceful, quiet, just us, a beautiful cabin and the walk down to the water with no noise. It was beautiful. The best, highest, most satisfying hours to be had.
And, then our children arrived. A toddler with limited language, two hover parents and a hovering Grama. The youngest child (she’s 28) and her squeals of excitement over her 17yo dog were deafening.
We had great times wandering the property, catching little blue gills, even the baby learned to haul one or two in. I finished two novels, my counterpart Grama finished one, we laughed and ate together on the screened porch. We enjoyed the humming birds and the wrens building a nest in the eaves, the frogs sang from sundown to sunrise, the lightning bugs weren’t thick enough to chase, and the mosquitoes only came out when there was no breeze. We slept like the dead every night because we were outside talking and reading. It was a perfect five days and after the third day our oldest daughter and son in law appeared to relax a little. I hope they get better soon, they’re wound to tight.
I love the Brashears. They loaned us a beautiful home to have fun in in a lovely place, they trusted us with their most precious home. We will be forever happy in our memories. We are trying to figure out when we can return in the fall just us, without our weasilly children. The quiet... just the wind in the leaves, such perfection.