Time on the lake

I had the opportunity to go to my sisters place near Traverse City during the past couple of days....what an amazing time. It's so hard to leave, Its nice to see family and friends and the cousins have a great time whenever we get together.

Its so strange; I don't think I've ever gone without the kids so when I need to get ready, its packing this, packing that, making sure everyone has their pillow, do we have enough clothes, did you pack your swim suit? Don't forget your toothbrush. I finally get everyone into the car and then there is the inevitable; I wanted to sit there, you got to sit there the last time. That always amazes me, they remember or at least lead you to believe they remember where they sat last year when we made the trip but they can't remember to pick up their clothes; hell I can't remember what I had for breakfast, maybe that's what I'm really amazed with.



I make the nearly three hour drive dodge the ever persistent construction zones, it is Michigan after all. We finally arrive and I get everyone situated, they are in their suits before I get them settled I finally get the chance to walk out to the deck take a deep breath; suddenly every trial and tribulation seems to slip away or it at least appears to be trivial, clarity takes over and the choices I have to make become a little less daunting. I can honestly say that I would move up there tomorrow if I could only make a living in that area. It would be a tough go on a good day.

The first night I was there, we made a fire and sat out by the lake, which is about 20 feet from their front door, and simply watched the sun go down. I put away the Ipod touch, turned off the phone, the soft waives of jazz music make their way down toward the waters edge. I couldn't resist taking a picture, this is the way I will always remember my time on the lake.