Finding love in the little Pamet House in the woods

We were the first to arrive at the little Pamet House in the woods.

Still courting each other after 40 years.

A Sunday afternoon in late July, we drove along winding roads of Cape Cod to reach Truro. My parents wanted to celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary with their children and grandchildren by living as beach bums for a week this summer. They rented a house in the woods. For months we looked at pictures of our escape, trying to imagine  nine people and a dog living under one roof, sharing a kitchen and a couple of bathrooms.

The house emerged quietly at the top of the driveway. No other cars were in sight, but the sound of a vacuum cleaner drifted out open windows. We followed a path of crushed sea shells, pebbles and broken china. We climbed steep flagstone steps. Salty air blanketed our bare arms as we stood on the front porch. DW called to whoever was inside. We were about 45 minutes early, and sure we had surprised a cleaning lady, or rental management company.

Even more quaint in person

But instead, the artist and owner Kim Kettler emerged, still gripping a dust pan. We made polite conversation as she quickly finished up her work, went over some basic rental information. Then she disappeared out the front door. A few minutes later, the rest of my family arrived. We all ran through the house, delighted by the beauty of this home, reveling in all the unexpected treasures. As the week progressed it was clear that this “rental” was really the artist’s home, her sanctuary. She was sharing a part of her spirit with us and we appreciated every nook and cranny of her vision. Even if I had not met her in person, I think I would have known her any way. Each room was like having pockets of private conversations with Kim. Her creativity was everywhere.

Luna loved being in the kitchen with my youngest brother

My middle brother and my dad sharing a glass of wine

As I looked through our pictures again, searching for ones to blog about, I was overwhelmed by one constant feeling.

Love.

Still daddy’s little girl

It was abundant, creeping into every sound. Present even in silence.  I get an overwhelming sense of contentment thinking about that week. The joy in our vacation wasn’t found in fancy restaurants, a 5-star hotel, incredible excursions or hours of shopping. Joy found us in shared conversation, glasses of wine, cooking dinner under the stars, listening to impromptu musical concerts, falling asleep in our bathing suits, and catching my parents kissing while reminiscing about their 40 years together.

My youngest brother and his beautiful wife

My parents have a marriage you dream about

We celebrated each day until our eye-lids drooped and our bodies collapsed. I was more connected to my family than I had been in years, felt them as much as I could see and hear them. Caught myself whispering “I love you’s” as often as I took a breath.

This post was inspired by this week’s writing prompt from Write on Edge. We were challenged to write about a face to face meeting which, for better or for worse, didn’t go as planned. Fiction or memoir, 450 words.

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About My Pajama Days

I am Emily Okaty Wilson, freelance writer, blogger and public speaker. It sounds better than saying I stay in my pajamas all day eating salt and vinegar chips. I claim to be a wife, a mother, a homeschool teacher and a musician. Sometimes I'm funny.
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9 Responses to Finding love in the little Pamet House in the woods

  1. Cameron says:

    What a wonderful vacation, and oh! That home! Thanks for sharing it with us.

  2. Paul says:

    A beautiful piece about family, but what is also interesting is that the owner seems ever-present, too. We just recently spent a week not unlike yours, unfortunately it was at the funeral of my wife’s mother. P.s., your father looks very familiar.

  3. Beautiful and charming. Such a delight! I love that you whispered I love you as often as you breathed. Everything about this piece is summed up so perfectly in that phrase. My heart is warm and squishy now.

  4. Truly a beautiful week. :)

  5. russelllindsey says:

    Reblogged this on Ramblings of a Misguided Blonde and commented:
    What a wonderful idea! I’m just glad Emily shared her family memories with readers.

  6. cait says:

    Love the flow of the piece. The picture you painted is full of atmosphere and feeling!

  7. Coming East says:

    Oh, my goodness, my sweet daughter. This was a treasure to read. Made me tears-eyed with joy. Thank you for writing it.

  8. evenstarwen says:

    This is just lovely. Wonderful pictures, with undeniable love glowing from each one. “It was abundant, creeping into every sound. Present even in silence. I get an overwhelming sense of contentment thinking about that week.” That was just beautiful.

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