We spent Memorial Day weekend at our lake house. As we waited for the burgers to cook on the grill Saturday evening, the girls and I went for a walk. We meandered down the lane, stopping to inspect a fallen leaf or a lazy caterpillar making his way towards the lake. Katie slipped her hand in mine. Maddie skipped ahead a few strides, her curls still wet from an afternoon swim.
“This is my favorite thing ever. This is why we bought the lake house,” I said aloud.
“What’s your favorite thing ever?” Katie asked.
“This. Walking with you two. Having nowhere to go. Taking our time. All of this.”
“It’s my favorite, too,” Katie agreed.
I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. We kept walking and going nowhere at all.