Ah, I remember the summer of 2004. Our dear friend Beth had fallen in love with a great guy. And not just any great guy, but a great guy whose family has a lake house. Score for all of us. That first trip to the lake house in scenic Cherokee Village, Arkansas, was great -- sleeping in, reading magazines, floating around the lake without a care in the world, and then enjoying a leisurely dinner from Landon's grill at the end of the day. Ah, those were the days.
But these are the days too. The lake house (two bedrooms and a sun porch for sleeping, and ONE bathroom) now somehow manages to contain six adults and six children, ranging in age from 10 months to 5 1/2 years (yes, we have both the oldest and the youngest kids of the group). Lake trips are different now. I'd be lying if I said they were just as relaxing because they most definitely are not. Things are a lot louder, earlier, and stickier than they were in 2004. But every year, when we watch them line up at the front of the boat to see which swimming spot Landon (aka, Captain Windshadow) is going to choose today, we're astounded to see how they've grown since the previous year, and just grateful to be along for the ride.
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