Writing this post might make me cry all over again. We had an incredible year living in a lake house with a beautiful view. Jeff would build fires in the fire pit so we could roast s'mores and enjoy the "jungle" noises of the south. Every chance I got I would take Garrett out to our little beach area to play in the sand (mostly I would just play in the sand and Garrett would throw sticks in the water) or float in the lake...sometimes our floating adventures would only last 5 seconds, but it was worth getting in. My favorite was when Jeff worked long nights and Garrett was in bed, I would go for a swim and take in the surroundings. We also loved when the fire flies would come out at dusk. It was seriously so magical. Jeff said it was like pirates of the Caribbean. We had a screened in porch, which was perfect for trapping Garrett and keeping him in a confined, worry free space. I loved that porch. It also had a swing and we spent a lot of time there reading, playing, climbing, talking, eating and just enjoying the view. Jeff also had a super awesome job; free food, great friends, awesome hours (except medicine). Needless to say we had a year straight from our dreams. We will never forget our home on Sunward Path.
I'm going to miss this dock. We had a lot of fun swimming, star gazing and roman candle throwing off of it.
This is why we would only last 5 seconds in the water.
He just wanted to dangle his feet off the side
Jeff met Dr.Monaghan when he was on his pediatric service, and she became Garrett's pediatrician. Monk and Suzanne would also watch G for us so Jeff and I could go out, it was awesome. Who better to trust your kid with than your pediatrician! They lived on the lake too and called us frequently to ask if we wanted to go out on the boat. 15 minutes later, we'd look outside and there they were. She was a die hard skier. It was crazy. She once went in her work clothes, because she didn't wear her swimsuit and the water was too good to pass up.
I'm going to miss a lot of things about where we lived. One of them being this little abandoned country store/exxon station on highway 9. It was what I looked for every time I needed to turn down our road. My grandpa owned an exxon station/service bay in Columbia, SC and we loved going to visit him there - this one was a fun reminder.
Thanks to everyone who made our year so great! We are incredibly grateful for the friendships and memories we've made. We love the South and who knows, maybe we'll come back.