We closed up the lake house this weekend. We unplugged the air conditioners and took the blankets off the beds. We emptied the refrigerator and the pantry. We covered the boat and deflated the inner tube. After a wonderful Labor Day weekend, we said good-bye to Crooked Lake with the promise to return in the spring.
Our sun-kissed faces looked a little gloomy as we settled into the car for the three hour drive back home. We’re going to miss the lake, the bonfires, the fun. I stared out the window as my husband sped along the interstate, and I wondered… what if?
What if we take a little bit of the lake back home?
What if, when Maddie and Katie want an extra bedtime story, I say yes instead of no?
What if I worry less about the house being clean and more about the house being fun?
What if, after the girls go to bed at night, I play cards with my husband instead of taking out my laptop?
What if we take the time to look up at the stars?
What if we sleep in on the weekends and don’t feel one bit bad about it?
What if I sip my coffee each morning as if I don’t have a care in the world?
What if I stop checking the clock all the time?
What if we all just slow down?
When spring comes, we’ll head back to Crooked Lake. We’ll plug in the air conditioners and put the blankets back on the beds. We’ll fill up the refrigerator and the pantry. We’ll uncover the boat and blow up the inner tube. But in the meantime…
What if I bring a bit of the lake home with us?