Labour Day

Labour day is this weekend, and we are so lucky to be meeting my family at our Ontario cottage. It has been a crazy summer, and because my brother spent June-August teaching in New Zealand, the whole family hasn't spent much time together since May. 

As I've said before, the cottage is an almost sacred place for us. When we were young, it was the time we looked forward to all year because of the things we got to do. Ever since my brother, the oldest, left for college, we've looked forward to going to the cottage because we are all there in the same place at the same time. 

It sounds sappy when I read what I've written, but I know in my heart that it is the way I truly feel. Being away from my family, even for only a few weeks now, always reminds me of how lucky I am to have a fabulous support system. They aren't perfect (whose family is?) and we don't always agree on things, but they the most dependable, upright, caring people I know.

I think we all agree that we are happiest when we are up at the cottage. It wasn't always that way - in fact I remember phases where the small space drove us to huge sibling fights and would end in my parents threatening to go home early - but thankfully that obviously isn't the case anymore. 

Love this photo of my dad, happy as a clam.

So I guess what I'm saying is…when you don't here from me this weekend, it is because I'm "unplugging," reading a good book, and probably singing some terrible '90's tunes with my siblings. Oh, who am I kidding? I will definitely be doing that!