I miss you already even though it’s been such a short time since we last spoke. I miss your clarity and your ability to remain clear even on cloudy days.
I miss the way you bring family together instead of apart.
I miss the warmth of your sandy beaches wrapping me up like a blanket when I needed it most.I miss your docks that dare me to jump off even though I’m in my 40′s because you know I’ll do it.
I miss the freezing cold temperatures that take my breath away because….well, that’s exactly what it does. And, as much as I hate that, I really do miss that. People familiar with icy mountain lakes totally know what I’m talkin about. I miss the sounds of boats and water lapping against the shore that is muffled only by the sounds of children laughing. I miss the smell of your mountain air. Pure. Pine. Mountain. Air. Words just can’t describe it. I miss the amazing array of sparkling stars that fill the night sky and ponder the fact that they are always there, I just haven’t noticed them lately. I was in AWE. I miss losing track of time and not even caring. EVER. I miss knowing that when it’s dark….it’s time for bed. So simple really. I miss the life that is just beneath the surface. The one that’s so clear when submerged with my eyes open. I miss the lazy days filled with music, sun, sand, warmth, and fun on the beach.
Most of all, I miss me when I’m not with you. I miss the girl who for 1 week didn’t have a care in the world. I miss the girl who was able to relax, unwind, and get out of her own way. I miss the girl who said “YES” to her daughters more often than not. I miss the girl who could even work on vacation without pressure or guilt. So nice. I miss the girl who enjoyed tidying up the cabin, cooking, and preparing meals. I miss the girl who loved hanging out with her family. I even miss the girl who was frustrated with 4 bikes on 1 rack because her family came over to help. I miss the volleyball tournament on your sand, but please don’t trip me so much next time And ps: we’ll get em next year. All in all this sums it up:
I already miss the tradition that happens year after year, but realize it’s the experience of the year in between that grants us the tradition.
Ahhhhh……… nothing is revealed except in contrast, yet another yoga lesson surfaces once again. So instead of miss you (or me), I’ve decided to learn from you and take a little bit of “Tahoe Angie” back. Lessons learned from the Lake:
Be clear even on cloudy days
Look deep….because you can
Don’t ever be too old to be “awed” (my daughters snicker “make that odd” mom)
Look up more!
Say YES! more (Did you know that was my word for the year?)
Experience life that is just beneath the surface
JUMP IN! Get Goosebumps, I dare you.