A Weekend at the Lake
There’s just something about being by the lake that makes me feel like life finally slows down a little. This past weekend, Mark, Tony Abigail, and I packed up and headed out for some much-needed time together, and it turned out to be just what my heart needed.
Saturday morning was still and quiet. The mist sat low on the water, and everything felt calm—until Tony broke the silence with a huge splash. He was the first one in, of course, shouting like he’d just conquered the world. Abigail wasn’t far behind him, laughing the whole way as she jumped in after her brother. Their joy was contagious, and I couldn’t stop smiling.
I set myself up on the dock with a book, but let’s be honest—I barely read a page. Between cheering for my family soaking in the sunshine, and chatting with Mark while he worked his magic on the grill, the book never stood a chance. Mark was in his element, carefully flipping burgers, making sure everyone was happy and fed.
The afternoon drifted by in that perfect, lazy-lake sort of way. We took the boat out, fished for a while, and swapped stories that got sillier each time. Abigail was determined to take the wheel for a bit, her serious face making me grin, while Tony learned quickly that fishing requires a whole lot of patience.
As the sun began to sink, we built a small fire by the shore. The sky lit up in shades of orange and purple, reflecting beautifully on the water. We roasted marshmallows, got our sticks way too close to the flames, and laughed until the stars came out.
It wasn’t anything fancy, no big trip or faraway place—just us, the lake, and the kind of simple, sweet memories that I know will stick with me forever.