The last night The last night We started our day off with a 4.5 km walk- up hill both ways. We sat out all day at my cousins home on the lake. The wind was cool and the sun was biting hot. We read, sat, took turns holding the baby. We paused our rigorous day for some lunch and when the sun was no longer on the dock, we retreated into the house to make supper. Emily and Anna were able to paddle board. I baby minded from a floating raft while sipping my Diet Coke- the epitome of babysitting excellence! Eventually, I filled the drink cooler area on the raft with water and my cousin included a warm bucket of water for the baby to splash in. He was impressed with his pint sized tub, floating with me and watching the boats go by. After a long and tiring day of doing nothing, we all turned in. I lay in the darkness and could smell the fresh air gently wafting that fragrant pine smell through the window. I have always wondered how they get that smell into air fresheners… but someone figured it out and though not as fragrant or real as being in the North, it works in a pinch. I felt small in this vastness of landscape of rocks, dirt and water. The sky was a dark curtain except for the tiny pin holes letting the light shine through. I liked this feeling of awe, this feeling of being small in a big world of beauty. It is not the same feeling of being small amid the noise and haste of a city packed with cars and work days. This is the kind of small that I suspect my grandson feels when loving arms wrap around him making him feel safe as he looks up and sees love. At least I hope and dream that is how he feels because it does feel good.