Last year, after spending four days at
Kellerman’s Clevelands House in Muskoka, my children talked about it for days, weeks, months after. No joke.
Over dinner one evening, I asked my kids if they would visit anywhere on earth, where would they chose.
Emily said, “London, obviously. With some poking around in Scotland and Ireland too.” (Good lord she is my child.)
Josh said, “Japan, obviously. I love sushi.”
Isabella said, “Hoboken, New Jersey, obviously. Since Buddy is there. AND CLEVELANDS HOUSE.”
Anywhere in the world, and she chose Clevelands House.
I seriously cannot thank my lovely boss Erica Ehm enough for introducing us to one of her favorite, special places. I am usually not very good at the whole putting your guard down and just doing nothing thing. I know, you are shocked by this. But it’s true.
When I sit at my desk, there’s always something I need to be doing for work—emails answered, slideshows built, articles assigned, m-dashes fixed, editorial calendars to be planned. When I am in my house, there’s always something that needs to be cleaned, washed, put away, folded. Even when we were on our trip to Virginia and DC this summer, I was still working. Sure, I had a lot of time to spend in museums and at county fairs trying to win a goldfish by throwing a ping pong ball into a tiny bowl. But in between all the fun, I was getting up early to publish new articles and staying up late to curate the pages of YMC.
But for the last four days, I did…nothing. I didn’t answer a single email, I didn’t curate a single page, I didn’t publish a single post. I didn’t cook, clean, wash dishes, do any kind of laundry.
I didn’t do the lift, I didn’t carry a watermelon, and I didn’t get put in a corner.
Well, that’s kind of a lie, really. I didn’t do NOTHING.
I watched my son learn to dive for the first time.
I watched Isabella create a giant sandcastle replica of Clevelands House with her friend Jessie.
I watched my daughter Emily waterski around the entire lake for the first time.
I ate chocolate chip cookies that were baked in a toaster.
I made Tassimo coffee that made the lights flicker every time I used it.
I snuggled with my kids.
I took an almost decent family selfie.
I did yoga for the very first time in the most beautiful setting.
I ate Isabella’s 8th birthday cake. And then ate it some more. And then some more.
I sat in the sun and laughed and laughed and laughed with some of my most favorite people.
I hugged my little ones a lot.
I let my kids have free reign of the place.
I watched them grow up just a little bit more before my very eyes.
Last year it was #386
This year it was #282
We may *just* be going back to Labor Day weekend for a new room number and some new memories.
We just can’t stay away.
At least until we can make it to Hoboken…