The weather is warming up here in the Midwest. Spring is definitely on the way.
“Daddy, we played outside today after school! Mommy let us play in the backyard!” the girls told my husband when he got home from work.
“Yep, it’s almost spring,” he replied. “Pretty soon, we’ll be able to go to the park and ride our bikes and – ”
“Go the the lake house!” interrupted Katie. “I almost bee-got about the lake house,” she added.
I think we all bee-got about the lake house this winter. It is easy to bee-get when you are rushing out the door to work and jostling backpacks and lunch bags and homework and trying to squeeze in dinner and bath nights and laundry. It is easy to bee-get the lazy days of lake house living where our only concern was whether or not the cooler had enough ice and the boat had enough gas for a long day on the lake.
But Katie is right. Soon enough we will return to our lake house and the slow days of living on lake time.
I sigh a deep sigh and finish washing the dishes. Katie is still reminiscing about the lake house.
“Ooh! Wee-member the bunk beds, Maddie?”
I smile. How could we bee-get?