and two boys under the age of three.
That second part sounds creepier than intended.
At the end of July, I finally got the chance to visit my friend
LJ's lakehouse in Minnesota. I've only been hearing about this so-called Pelican Lake since 2002 so I figured -
fine, I guess this friendship isn't going away and thirteen years later, I made it!
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| oh hello, my love. |
Something I realized on my way up there: I'd never been
outside in Minnesota. My only experience was staying inside the Minneapolis airport (
solid airport, by the way).
Fresh Minnesota air.
Lake.
Toddlers.
Quality time (aka spending a first of the month with someone who truly appreciates it as much as you).
Dogs.
Homecooked meals.
Sparklers (not the firework-y kind)
It was the recipe for a perfect long weekend. And it was. Oh it was.
Here's the sneak peek:
Teach Fordie pie the importance of selfies. While he drools. What an (almost) 3 year old move:
His dad graciously brought him a lollipop the size of his head. How sweet:
Donaldson boys: reunited!
Saturday happy hour cruisin' with this strappin' lad:
I woke up like this:
Sunday bloody (Mary) Sunday:
Just holding an intellectual conversation about waterskiing with your toes with my bud, Kelly:
Upside down giggles:
Sweet new kicks!
Best slippers around:
I'm so glad I finally got to enjoy it. I'm just bummed it took me so long to get there!
The good news? I'll be so very back if the gracious hosts allow it!
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