Thursday, August 4, 2011
Here in Minnesota, people vacation in a place called "up north" at "the cabin" by "the lake." If you visit northern Minnesota, this begins to make sense to you. There is an abundance of lakes, and therefore an abundance of cabins. It's where Minnesotans go for a little R&R.
I've been fortunate to have a cabin in my life since I was little. It was first my grandparents', then my dad's and my aunt & uncle's, and now my dad's and my sister and brother-in-law's. They are kind enough to continue to let us go there, and we love it. There's nothing I enjoy more than a few quiet days at the cabin.
It was exciting to bring Jane to the cabin for the first time. Of course, she's too young to remember anything or to really get that magical cabin feeling, but I was ecstatic to share the source of so many magical childhood memories with her.
While there, Jane had her first boat ride (which she disliked because of the life jacket we made her wear), first swim in Lake Marion, and first trip to Zorbaz (our favorite pizza place). I can imagine that in a few years, she'll be spending hours playing in the sand or floating on an inner tube in the lake, just like her mom did. I can almost feel that cozy, floaty, post-swimming sensation now.