The idea of packing up to haul 500+ miles Up North — or anywhere for that matter distance irrelevant — is nothing short of one huge, monstrous pain in the ass.

I, of course, did not feel like coming up here. But I sure as hell wanted to and wanting, when the desire is strong enough, will always win out.

And now, as I sit here in the quietude of the night, engulfed by black sky and millions of shiny stars, the crisp breeze, and the sound of the water lapping over the shore, I am filled with peace.

Complete peace.

I slowed down all day. Indulged. Brutus for breakfast. A long nap. Sitting outside with my baby. Staring at the water. A hike in the woods.

Pure Michigan does wonders for the soul.

So incredibly thankful we have this place in time.