Here’s the thing about Vik- we could have simply given him a lollypop and called it a day, and he would have been pleased as punch (I mean, do you see that smile?). But really, where’s the fun in that!? This past week we threw a blow-out birthday bash here at the cottage in what is now becoming an annual event. The neighborhood kids began asking us about the party the very first week we arrived- I guess it made quite an impression last time around!
And so we made sure to really outdo ourselves this time around- with a big ole’ monkey pinata, finger sandwiches, lots of tiny homemade chocolate cupcakes, party games, and face painting. Our poor kids- one day when they are forced to have a small, reserved party they are going to be all, “Is this what you call a party?” Indeed, we have spoiled them rotten. But you only turn two once, so why not live it up!
In addition to the splendor of Northern Michigan that I am always raving about, we are so blessed to have grown up spending summers on this particular lane in this particular small lake town. Our lane is a tiny unpaved road, with about 12 cottages- and up until a couple years ago when a new family bought a place here- we were still considered the “new kids on the block.” And that’s after 20 years of having a place here!! Most of the cottages on our lane have been in the same family for three- four generations. That means that everyone here grew up spending summers together, as did their parents, and grandparents. I get a bit misty eyed when I see the new generation of kids- mine included- running wild through the yards, popping into different houses to play, sharing snacks, and learning to water ski. It’s my greatest hope that they all grow up together- spending summers at their grandparents, and year after year, helping my precious little Vik ring in a new year in style.