Flashback: Canada

I originally planned to root around to find the pictures from a missions trip in Costa Rica six (six!) years ago, but that is proving to be a time-consuming task.

Canada is easier and more accessible.

My mom’s twin sister’s husband’s family (lots of possessives!) owns a cabin on a Beverly Lake in Delta, Ontario.

There is also a boathouse, perfect for sequestering squealing adolescent siblings.

My parents used to go every year. They took us a few times, but we had to promise to leave them alone and not bicker. “Going to Canada” meant running, fishing, reading, and sleeping. We were not to disturb this precious, peaceful, adult cycle.

Now, those activities seem lovely. A bicker-free few days attainable. There was a time when this was not so, when taking the kids along was understandably something to avoid. A request for shattered peace, like jumping into the freezing Beverly Lake on an otherwise calm evening.

But we grew up, into our own precious, peaceful, almost-adult cycles.