It's taken me 34 years to finally understand the draw of going to the lakes. Ryan was invited to sleepover at a friend's lake for a birthday party. The next day, the families were asked to come. We all know each other well through travel hockey and baseball. Not only are these people all good friends, but we all have kids similar in age so it works perfectly.
My friend Kim was a most wonderful host. I can't begin to tell you about the spread of food she provided: ribs, wieners wrapped in bacon, four different dips, texas cavier, crackers, fruits, veggies, birthday cake, bars, and more than I am forgetting.
The best part? Watching my children enjoy themselves. Kate in particular amazes me. This little girl, for as shy as she can be, has more gumption in her than anyone I know. She tubed, she jetskied, she jumped off the dock, and did everything I never would have dared too.
Oh, and this old bat who is dreadfully afraid of lake water, was coerced to tube with Kate. I thought we were going at a blazing speed, but Kim's husband Jeff said that if I wanted to continue, we had to go faster for the sake of his boat. What? Thad made me jet ski too. I think most of Big Cormorant heard me screaming bloody murder.
Even Brady after about four or five hours of fearing the water finally got in with his dad. Can we go back???