The Fourth of July for us means gathering good friends and family at our lake and endless hours of eating, swimming, boating, and chatting. A little background story...My best friend from middle school, Steph, married Mark's best childhood friend, Brian. Mark and Brian own a business together and we own our cottage with them. Steph and Brian have 5 children, 3 biological and 2 beauties from China. Brian's parents, Harv and Lee, live across the lake. Brian's sister Ellen is married with a little boy Alexander(I'll get to him later...OMG so cute). That is our base lake family, but on weekends like this, we all have our extended family and friends out and it can get pretty wild! We are almost always outnumbered by kids, and the number people fluctuates between 35-45. It is wonderful, and you can't help but sit back and survey the landscape covered in people and think how lucky we are to have this many people we love and that love us. It's a very unique situation. The guests are usually split between our place and Harv and Lee's, and then we alternate dinner nights. This weekend started on Friday with the girls at our place preparing by painting nails! So cute!
Evenings are just as much fun at the lake. We clean up, get out food and drinks, and just enjoy each other's company. There is always SO much food. I don't need to eat the rest of the month!
Harv had a birthday...
Bottom Row: Lee and Harv
This brings me to my favorite documented part of the weekend. The girls always get together and make up a dance. Our girls are all outgoing and involved in dance, gymnastics, or cheer. I love to see my kids perform, and I love to see their confidence boosted by all the adults rallying around them. Everyone watches. Old, young, women, men. Whoever is there and not in the dance gathers to cheer them on. It's really something! It's by far my favorite part of the weekend to see my girls beaming with pride, and to see all those adults sending love their way. Love it!!
Lastly, my favorite undocumented moment of the weekend...fireworks. We sat around the campfire, Sof on my lap in her PJ's and holding her blankies, and watched the fireworks over the lake. I should clarify, I didn't really watch the fireworks, I watched Sof watch the fireworks! Her eyes were wide, her little finger pointing, and squeals of delight pouring out of her. No pictures to post, only ones in my mind to treasure. Some moments are like that, just for me.