Welcome to Bigger Picture Moments, a place where we step back and take in life.
My husbands family is lucky enough to have a lovely piece of property on a lake in the North Woods of Wisconsin. It has a beach, boating, trees, fields. It also has history and I think that's what I love the best. His great uncle (his paternal grandmother's brother) built the main house after serving in World War II (he refereed to it as 'the war'). There are great pictures of him building the house, I love seeing how much it's changed. There have been several editions to the main house and there are also two smaller cabins and a spot for camping (where uncle's trailer used to sit). The property has been in the family for over 50 years. Well actually it was sold at one point and someone else owned it for 15 years and the owners DIDN"T CHANGE A THING. How amazing is that? There was even still a painting that his aunt had painted hanging in one of the cabins!
We love visiting this place and try to go up two or three times a year. It feels like home. Not in the same way that your actual home feels when you collapse into your comfy chair after a time away and you are like, ahhh home. No it's more like a warm feeling. The warmth left on your body after a loving hug, a worn old sweater embracing and comforting you. It leaves you feeling warm, comforted, and loved. That's how this place makes you feel.
A large part of it is the people. They are loving and calm, helpful and more adjectives than I can list here. They have filled these homes with love.There are family pictures everywhere, in all the houses. We love looking at them and telling our kids about the family members they will never know. It's so heartwarming to see pictures and think of my husbands dad playing on the same beach and swing set as my son now plays on. I know it brings my husband peace to be able to watch that circle of history.
Every time we leave I think I want my house to feel like this. It's not about the location, the size (we stay in a very small cabin), the stuff. It's the feeling, the warmth, the comfort, the love.
I want to, I need to start filling this house. Not just with stuff and furniture (although some furniture would be really nice!) but with history. Reminders that they, my children, are not the first in their family to navigate this big wide world and they won't be the last. To connect them to those that have gone too soon and to show them how they are so loved and connected, that they are part of a family. It's time to get some pictures out of boxes and off my computer and on the walls.
It's also time to make this home our own. We don't have to spend a ton of money. The vacation house has been furnished through swap meets and thrift stores, not that you would ever know! I am inspired every time I go up there how much you can change something with a little elbow grease and some spray paint. It just adds to the history and charm. History, charm and love, that is what I want my house filled with. So it's time to hit the garage sales and thrift stores, finally unpack some boxes and get the elbow grease ready. It's time to make my house a home.