Sleepy people, strangers and friends – pajamas, sweatshirts, blankets, glasses, mussed hair, smiles – gather together in The Lodge for breakfast when the ringing bell echoes over the lake. The mouth-watering smell of bacon and eggs inside – the soothing scent of burning wood from early morning campfires outside. Crisp air. Leaves dropping. Coffee. Laughter.
Breathe deep and simply enjoy, for these are The Good Old Days.
My grandfather reminded me of this last year when my family was coping with job loss and all of the stress, fears, and heavy thoughts that naturally come with it. He pulled me aside, cupped his hands around my face and said:
Your family is beautiful. Your boys . . . Just always remember, that these are The Good Old Days. These are The Good Old Days. Enjoy them no matter how hard it is.
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