One of the best memories I have of Christmas when I was younger is this tiny little village my grandmother would always set up. I swear there’s something magical about it. I always imagined the tiny people inside of these houses, all cozied up together. The families playing outside in a blanket of fresh white snow, Building snowmen, bringing home that perfect Christmas tree, going caroling and just walking about. This is my vision of Christmas that warms my heart still till this day. The beautiful cozy sights and the togetherness. #Hygge
The vibe changes when you walk down that sand hill to the lake. Its a different world at the beach. Reminiscing on beach picnics and bonfires. Swimming with people who have the same interests as you in the sunset. We would catch frogs and tadpoles from the swamp and bring them to our neighbors pond. We would spend hours in their garden, sitting amongst the Hostas and Hydrangeas is where my love for the two begun. We are all full of joy. We go on bike rides up and down the gravel roads through different bays, and hike around the the bushes listening to the sounds of Cicadas serenading us in the hot summer sun. There was a tiny restaurant near the beach the locals use to go to get burgers and milkshakes. We would walk back to our cabin and spend the evenings reading the collection of Archie comics that were available to us. We all sat by the fire and I would fall asleep to the crackling sounds. Im at peace. It was just beach life. Now a beautiful memory.
