Moving forward, I reunited with my playground in May. I do love winter at the cabin, but nothing captures the magic better than the sunset flirting with the birch trees across Echo Lake in Spring.
We hiked. With Miller. He played up the role of sad, pathetic puppy in the hopes of scoring a square of cheese.
No luck with Mama, he tested his persuasion tactics on his new friend Pat.
Aunt Jen detests animals of any kind. I saw her grimace no less than seven thousand times over the weekend. Indifferent to facial expressions, Miller valiantly attempts to win her affection with an impressive slick of drool. At least a six incher.
Pat endeared himself immediately to my food-focused family with the dinner he provided - salmon caught the prior weekend in Lake Michigan on an excursion with his family and friends. While it's not necessarily the Northwoods variety, it was delicious and fun to cook over the campfire.
We ended the weekend with a fabulous bottle of wine and an intense game of euchre with the kids. Sadly, girls lose.
While the weekend was fantastic and exceeded my expectations of relaxation and decompression from an exhausting work schedule, our return home was met with devastation and buckets of tears at the sight of our dead kitty in the basement. I sobbed over the shock of finding her and the extreme sadness my daughter experienced. In dealing with our grief, I of course wondered if owning a pet is really worth it.
Of course it is. We miss you terribly, Madison.