what’s in a house?
this simple house is what defines my love for Lake Wallenpaupack. built in the 70s by my Nanny & Grandad, they intended to retire here. the year my Grandad retired, i was born. they couldn’t bare to leave their first grandchild, so it has been a vacation home ever since. and boy am i glad! this house holds stories we re-tell over every holiday. memories of sandy feet as a child. it holds laughter inside and smells that define the surroundings. much of this house was built by the hands of our family. my Grandad, dad, and uncle David. this house holds hidden messages behind the rocks of the fireplace written on the dry wall. this house holds the sounds of summertime. tennis matches and golf on tv. big band music coming from the stereo while getting ready for dinner at the Yacht Club. this house is more than a house. it’s a treasure box of memories that have defined my life.

what’s in a house?

this simple house is what defines my love for Lake Wallenpaupack. built in the 70s by my Nanny & Grandad, they intended to retire here. the year my Grandad retired, i was born. they couldn’t bare to leave their first grandchild, so it has been a vacation home ever since. and boy am i glad! this house holds stories we re-tell over every holiday. memories of sandy feet as a child. it holds laughter inside and smells that define the surroundings. much of this house was built by the hands of our family. my Grandad, dad, and uncle David. this house holds hidden messages behind the rocks of the fireplace written on the dry wall. this house holds the sounds of summertime. tennis matches and golf on tv. big band music coming from the stereo while getting ready for dinner at the Yacht Club. this house is more than a house. it’s a treasure box of memories that have defined my life.

yesterday i did something that i don’t do often. i went on a day trip by myself. i always have a friend with me but i decided i wanted this day to myself. all for me. to relax and just take in God’s glorious scenery at our lake house. i spent the day on our little “beach” at the lake just reading. sunning. swimming. listening to boats go by. gazing at the bright blue sky. and being thankful that God created some pretty incredible stuff!

the lake means more to me than any beach. it’s been my paradise since i was a baby. summers were defined there. and memories overflow.

filed under: definition of perfect summer day.

you’ll hear me mention our lake house on multiple occasions. and i always tell people that the most beautiful breathtaking sunset i’ve EVER seen in my life was at the lake. after one of our traditional dinner dances at the Yacht Club. (no we don’t have a yacht.) i stumbled across the pictures tonight and i can’t help but post them for you all to see the magnificence of God’s creations. some real art here… just gorgeous.