Lakehouse Gathering

The cabin at the lake became "the lakehouse" after a major renovation a few years ago, but whatever we each may call it, it has been a gathering place. To the first and second generation a place to gather the autumn harvest and to the third and fourth a place to gather as family.

When we arrived on Monday right after lunch, Bob was already there with his grandsons 

. . . cleaning up and enjoying the ride.

I'm thankful for this place . . .

for cousins to meet up

and second cousins to make connections.

I'm thankful for Abe, who used to be a special family friend and neighbor  . . .

now part of the family.

And for my mom who now has the joy of holding her great-grandchildren in her arms.

By late afternoon the outside did not look so inviting any more

but inside the lakehouse it was warm and friendly.