labor of love

Although my family doesn't technically own a lake house, I feel as if I grew up spending my summers on a lake. 

The combination of many of my friends having lake houses, frequent family trips to Michigan, and summers at Eberhart has left me feeling like lakes were a major part of my childhood.

This weekend I had the joy of spending a very unlaborious Labor Day on Laura's lake.

We spent the entire day on the water and I left feeling completely satisfied.  After hours of boating (my entire body was sore from tubing), bathing in the sun, and mindless conversation, I can confidently say there isn't any other way I'd rather have spent my unLabor Day...