The sky had faded from the brilliant hues of sunset to the velvet blue of dusk, the dwindling campfire now the only thing that was keeping us warm. Lincoln pulled a blanket around our shoulders and said, "The coals are almost at that perfect level for s'mores. What do you say we we pull out the marshmallows? After that we can go back inside and get warm."

The beam from the lighthouse swept over the dark sea, across the lawn and briefly lit up the car where Julian and sat in the front seat. The night was peaceful and glowed with possibility from every direction. "I told you this is the perfect place to stargaze," he said. "And the perfect place to kiss you."

Hmm... I haven't, but if I can get my hands on some vintage catalogs...

Our weekend cleaning up lake house, taking it from winter mess to ready for summer fun was a success, even if by the end of it we felt like we had dust and grime coming out of our ears. David turned to me as he stripped off his shirt and said, “First one to jump in the water wins!” 

Though we had hours to go before we reached our destination, as Theo and I cuddled on the train, he told me, "There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here with you."

Though not as classically festive, the unseasonably warm December weather gave Jason and me a great excuse to go out for an afternoon picnic and walk. “We’ll appreciate this when we’re snowed in to our house in a few weeks,” he said with a wink. 

Parker and I finished putting up the string lights on the house by mid-morning. “Now that we’ve made the outside of our house look cozy, why don’t we get cozy inside?” Parker asked with a smile.