Zooooommmmmm

The summer of 2013. Zooooommmmmm. That is all there is to say. I can't believe we have less than 2 weeks left of summer. Which is sort of silly actually b/c we really have about 2 months left before we  can expect any kind of consistently cool weather or rain. Man I miss rain. I'm not really sure what it is/was about this summer that made it go by so fast but it really did. Not enough vacation. One week really is all we took together as a family and maybe that is why we feel like we almost missed summer this year. That's not to say we didn't have fun, and swim, and slow down a little bit, and let the kids have a few late nights. But it sure has zoomed by.....

Our summer highlight this year had to be our trip to Grandma's. The kids counted down the days since we booked the trip in June and even though we've been home for a week, they are still reading their story about traveling to Grandma's house and drawing pictures of their trip. Every now and then Teia will inform us that she "misses Grandma's land." And it's pretty much all Kai wants to talk about: the ferries he rode on, the airplanes, the St. Lawrence river, Grandma and "how many sleeps til we plan our next airplane trip, Mommy?"

I can't say I blame them. Wolfe Island is pretty idyllic and to see it from a child's fresh perspective must be pretty magical. I still remember my childhood summer trips to the Muskokas: spending my $5 at the general store, fish and chips at the local restaurant, swimming and boating in the lake with my cousins, rock collecting. Kai and Teia get a taste of that at Grandma's: swimming in the fresh waters, boating, campfires, ice cream and butter tarts in the village, riding horses and special cousin and family time. Kai couldn't get enough of the wind in his hair, studying the waters of the St. Lawrence: sometimes glassy and calm, sometimes tossed by the wind, and rolling down the grassy hill.

It wasn't too bad for Mom and Dad either. We managed a sunset run on the beach followed by skipping rocks, squeezed in a short paddle, and spent a great evening over in Kingston with old friends, sans kids. Greg even enjoyed front row seats (aka Poppa Mike's boat) to watch a poker race with ridiculously fast and ridiculously loud boats.

Ahhh, wouldn't it be great if all of summer was like a week on Wolfe Island???