Don't even know what to title this: Lake. My first love. Wine. Life???
I was born on May 4th, 1988. I've been told that my mom's very first Mother's Day (I'm the oldest) was spent at the lake in MN. I googled it (yes. I google-ed it) and that means that I was at the lake on May 8th, 1988 - at a whopping 4 days old. It's their fault that the lake stole my heart.
See, I've loved the lake my entire life. Literally my. entire. life. (Minus the 4 days between May 4th and May 8th I guess). It's my parents' fault that I can't get enough of it. The lake stole my heart before anyone else did. Yes, me and the lake had a few disagreements / hard feelings along the way - right around the ages of 13-15 when none of my friends were at the lake because they were at the mall, eating pretzelmaker, and talking about boys (talking. because there wasn't texting or facebook or twitter back then.) But I got over it at the age of about 16. Why? Because I had a booooyyyfriend to bring to the lake and we swam, tubed, had campfires, etc. etc. etc. The lake is my happy place. And that boyfriend turned out to be my husband. And the lake became his happy place. We are happy, relaxed, young, and full of joy when we get to be at the lake.
But (apparently) sometimes we can't be at the lake. I guess that's part of growing up supposedly. We used to live 50 minutes from the lake. As of last November, we currently live 5 hours from the lake. 5 hours, people! But we've been lucky enough that we have driven back to the lake every single weekend since June 1st. Except this weekend. So what do I do on a Friday night when I'm not on my way to the lake:
Yes. What you're thinking is correct. THIS could explain many aspects of this blog post.
But in all honesty, I'm a lakegirl at heart.
I live for the quiet mornings at the lake. Coffee on the deck. Calm water. Early morning ski runs. Afternoons spent in the hot sun on the water. Early evening pontoon rides. Family dinners. Campfires. Movie nights. Shotzki. 10:00 am beer following a ski run. Games. Walks with mom. Chambord cosmos. Sleeping with the windows open. Moonlit pontoon rides. No real showers because we wash our hair in the lake. Sunburned noses. Relaxation.
Some people don't get it. They just don't, which is ok. "To each his own." But THIS is the reason we drive 10 hours every weekend. THIS is what we love. [THIS is the reason I've been so absent from my blog since June.}THIS is who I am and it's perfect and I love it.