Lake Huron

From Chicago we drove up north to my parent's cabin on the Les Cheaneax Islands of Lake Huron. This has become a very special place for us, and we had a cozy time with Aunts and Uncles and Grandparents and Cousins sipping tea and wine by the fire, sleeping in, exploring our way to rock island, and laughing late into the evening. I am perpetually grateful to my parents for creating space that nurtures us as a family, and allows us each year to renew connections with one another. We will try to take the memory of the coziness we felt there, and wrap it up to take along on our journey.