Soo yesterday, after spending six hours in the sweltering heat moving the 10' x 7' x 5' woodpile we've been accumulating {seriously. This thing was a behemoth of cedar and hardwood. All those scriptures about moving mountains suddenly had an all new and very literal meaning to me.}, stacking it all fancy, and then heading back out to my grandpa's lot to pick up more fresh-cut rounds, I was covered in dirt, sap, sweat, sawdust, chainsaw exhaust residue, and just plain tireddd. So you can imagine how tempting this was:
We spent the evening tubing, eating pizza, and relaxing in the cool water under a gorgeous sunset at my mom's family's cabin on Lake Sammamish, and ohh my goodness was it the perfect way to end the day. We are so lucky to have the awesome lakeside property and cute cabin that have been passed down by my great-grandparents. Thanks to them, family time in paradise is only a half an hour away. You'll soon see that we spend about 60% of our free time there during the summer [:
And today, that was very, very appreciated.
Life {and summer} is pretty darn good.
