Since I compel every visitor to make a pilgrimage to our unfinished log home, we spent a few hours at The Lake on Monday. We watched The Husband work, I described where everything would be ...eventually, and we stood on the dock looking out over The Lake and talking.
Emma suggested a window seat. If it means she'll come visit more often, I'm on board.
Poor Emma was freezing. She left temps routinely above 110 degrees and encountered a frost warning and brief hail in the North Country. It actually snowed at The Lake on Sunday.
I wish Chad wasn't so darned far away.