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| Picture of my Gram we keep at the cottage |
Is it strange that coming on our second anniversary of buying my grandmother's cottage it still hasn't fully sunk in that it's ours? (For me, anyway. Ian's the one who sees the bills and pays the taxes and does annual toilet repairs, so I'm sure reality has set in for him by now.) When I clean up at the end of a stay I make the beds the way my grandma liked and put things back as if she were visiting next. Which is probably silly since she would have been the first to say that we should redo things to suit our own tastes, but aside from removing items that make my husband sneeze we've left everything pretty much the way it's always been. It feels right, and that consistency is part of why we love it.
The cottage is a family place where we can relax and play and talk about our history while making more of it. We brought along a 750 piece puzzle to do, the kids made up their own games in addition to playing favorites like Settlers of Catan and Set. We read, my mom cooked amazing food, and generally just enjoyed hanging out in a shared space. The TV stayed off except for movie night when we watched Elf. (Hey, it's a good holiday movie! Does it matter what holiday?)Despite the calendar suggesting it should be Spring, we had snow. No buds on the trees yet, no flowers. But no matter! We were able to walk across the frozen lake and birds were easier to spot. The interesting thing about the cold up north is that normally we can't see much past the porch for all the green, but with the trees all bare we could see straight across the lake.
