That's how I Lake it

Thursday was just another one of those days, filled with fixing and digging and dogs being overly interested in the live, edible birds camped out in the back room.  It was rainy and overcast, we were all tired, and some would even say that a certain mother of the house was a little crabby.  (Which isn't true, of course.  I'm always the picture of grace and good will.  Gaw...you people and your wild accusations!)  So my darling husband, who is always sensitive to the fact that other people are wrongly accusing me of being crabby, suggested that we take an impromptu trip to South Haven for dinner so the kids could see Lake Michigan for the very first time.  He is so smart.

Those tiny people are my children.  I know! The beach is huge!

little nugget enjoying her first (literal) taste of sand

a boy and his dad stroll along the water's edge

sisters

the water was serene...you know, like me

And that is reason 623 to love Michigan- over three thousand miles of Great Lakes shoreline.  And the hundreds of miles of inland lakes- clear, beautiful spring-fed lakes.  And the rushing rivers that connect them.  I read somewhere once (that's how I avoid finding you a source) that you are never more than eight miles from a lake anywhere in this amazing state, and I believe it.  So git out yer canoes and yer water shoes, yer duck-watchin' glasses and yer swim suits.  It's time to play!