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When we arrive at the cabin in summer after it’s been winterized…
and no one has entered before us…
We often know what little hiccups the cabin has waiting for us.

This year we did know one hiccup waiting…as to the cabin we were heading.
We needed to repair the oven door which fell off in October
during Trista and Damien’s wedding.

This was a hiccup we were prepared for…but one hiccup we were not
was once we opened up the house…our water would not get hot.

We arrived on a Saturday…Cris our repairman couldn’t make it out till Wednesday
which meant…for the 5 days it would take…we would not have any hot water
and worse than that…Deborah could not bake!

Cris had no trouble repairing the water heater…sometimes elements just go bad…
but the news he gave us about the stove…made Deborah, the baker, sad.

He would have to order hinges and he was not sure how long that would take…
which meant we weren’t sure when this summer Deborah would get to bake…

But the first parts did not fit…and when the second set arrived…then and only then…
did Cris inform us that our wounded stove…would never bake again…

Which meant a trip to Lowes…where we bought a new stove…one that was on display
and that new stove after almost two months of waiting…was delivered yesterday…

It’s funny how in life after being married for so long…some things come to be…
because I noticed Deborah looked at her new stove…the way she once looked at me…

After doing without hot water for a few days…and an oven most of the summer
my first thought…
Was that sometimes hiccups enter our life to remind us…what’s important…
and at the same time…what is not.

Love, and family and friendship…being together, being healthy…enjoying nature
are what’s truly important every moment we’re awake…
Hot water is a luxury…as is the ability to bake…

Having said that, however, I must admit taking a hot shower is awfully sweet…
and there’s something special about holding a warm chocolate chip cookie…
that Deborah just baked…and I’m about to eat.
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