A cottage at the end of the path, between maple trees and evergreens, a front porch, weathered boards, memories in the grain, summers by the lake, green converse allstars, monopoly into the wee hours of the morning, pancakes and bacon mornings, red ginham table cloths, chasing fireflies, sparklers, hot dogs on the grille, spitting watermelon seeds, sticky chins... a cottage, memories, and now we make our own, hand in hand as love once again sits on the porch, counting stars and drinking lemonade, you and me and a cottage at the end of a path... *love