bread and breakfast

…is what I accidently find myself calling a B&B if I’m not careful.  I guess I just love bread so much that it wiggles its way in there without me noticing.

It’s alright though, ‘cause this morning there was some fresh bread for breakfast.  Homemade croissants, muffins, and cinnamon buns!  So good.  And fresh fruit and yogurt (which I devour copious amounts of on a daily basis now, seemingly).

Sarah and I got away for one night this week to Spruce Lake B&B, just west of Kenora.  The suites were added on to a beautiful modern lakeside cottage several years ago by the homeowners and hosts, Henk and Linda Sluis.  Not only did we get a queen size bed and an ensuite bathroom, but the rooms open up onto a second story deck which overlooks the lake below.  It was great.

While we were engaged we took pre-marital counselling with our dear friends, Lauren and Ruth Miller.  They recommended that we make an effort to get away as a couple twice a year: once in the spring, once in the fall.  It’s a time away from the busyness to get to know each other again: to sit and talk.  Or, as the sign in our suite said, “sometimes I sit by the lake and sit and think, and sometimes I just sit.”

This weekend was a sitting weekend.

With the fast-pace of my new job at the nursery, I think I was starting to let some things pile up in my mind: worries and concerns which I had taken upon myself without my realizing.  This was a weekend to confront some of those things: some of them were set to the side, not needing to be taken up right now.  Others, I realize again, are not for me to be carrying alone: and so I offer it to Sarah and we choose to pick up and move forward with it together.

It needn’t happen in so many words.  Sometimes it’s just a word spoken and responded to.  Or a look and a nod.  You’ve let the other in, and they’ve understood.  And that is beautiful.