And let me just sum it up to you in one word: Bliss. Pure Bliss. (Okay, two words!)
We spent the first few days at the cottage. Loads of sun, boating, fishing, add a little biking, all spent with your best-friend, and you have a wonderful and relaxing week.
My husband and I have different ideas about relaxing. Give me a good book and a place to sit and I'm good for hours. For him, it's a different story. Just imagine a much more handsome version of Wile. E. Coyote. (This guy just can't sit still!) However give the man a fishing rod and we're all set to bask under the sun for hours.
Most days were spent the same way. Get up, eat fruit loops for breakfast (I really question our maturity sometimes), pack up a bag of some refreshments, a good book, a sweater and the camera and head out on the bay where we explored, fished, drifted and talked all day long. Then we'd head back for a quick dinner, maybe walk down the store for some ice-cream and hurry back to watch the BEAUTIFUL sunsets.
It was those days that it was easy for me to reflect upon on how blessed I really am. Sure, not everything is perfect or how I may have imagined it, but life is like that sometimes. But I am BLESSED. I have an amazing husband. Seriously. I know people say that all the time, but he really is a blessing and my absolute best-friend. Our relationship is also a blessing. I know that most people will say that we are still in our "honeymoon" stage and maybe we are, but if so, we've been here for the 5 years we've been together-dating and married. It amazes me that two people who can talk and giggle for hours and hours at a time, can also be perfectly content to say nothing at all and just enjoy life's blessing together. The silence we enjoy together is sometimes just as meaningful and precious as the serious discussions, heartfelt proclamations and funny stories.
Not only am I blessed with an amazing husband and family, this week, I realized how beautiful nature really is. Even if most of it scares me. (At least the part of it thats alive) We found this really neat frog pond while we were boating around and I was able to capture some really cool close-ups. But not only that, this place, though quite small, was incredibly peaceful, yet full of life.
If the frogs jumping everywhere, and me trying to get close to them wasn't scary enough, you can imagine how I was feeling when I finally caught a fish. After spending the day reading, I thought I would have a few casts. Don't get me wrong, I like to fish. I find it both calming and exhilarating. Even more so because I am afraid of fish. Scratch that. I am TERRIFIED of fish. I like them from far away and I like them because they are an animal but if that thing even comes close to touching me, that's a whole different ball game. I realize it's a little irrational because the fish I'm talking about are usually no longer than my arm and can't hurt me at all, but they are slimy and unpredictable. Especially when they are "accidentally" dropped in the boat and flopping all around. That, my friend, is not a pretty sight. However, despite my irrational fear, this week I decided to fish a little bit. And low and behold, I caught a fish. Nothing spectacular, just a small Rock Bass, but nonetheless, a fish.
The picture pretty much says it all. You can see the fear on my face and you can practically hear the screams of fear and excitement. Usually at this point, I would tentatively hand the rod to Scott who would pretend to put it near me, and I would freak out and feel like hyperventilating. Then Scott would take if off the hook and throw it back in. But this time, I wanted to prove myself in a way that I still didn't have to touch the fish. A couple years ago, after I caught my first real fish, Scott's parents wanted a picture of me with the fish. So I held the rod as close as I could, while still feeling safe. Everybody was laughing and after seeing the picture, I realized why. The fish was still probably 5-6 feet away from me. It looked pretty similar to the picture above. So, after relentless torture from Scott and his parents (okay not really, they are quite supportive of my fish fear) I decided to try and get a decent picture with the fish for once.
There you have. I went from just holding the rod 6 feet away from me, to actually holding the line 2 feet away from me. Don't judge me. Baby steps my friend, baby steps.
After a couple great days at the the cottage, we spent a couple more lying next to a brand new pool at my parents house. It was great to spend time with family and cool off in the pool. And today, our last day of vacation was spent back on the bay with Scott's whole family. Let me just tell you. Nothing's better than spending a beautiful day on the water with people you love. I am so blessed.
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