Yes, well we went to Maine and camped with some of the yayas. What a beautiful fun week.
The weather was perfect. The food was spectacular and the company? As always: FABULOUS.

These are a few of the shots we took. I scaled it down from the over 400 that are stuck in cyberspace and in my files.

We played hard and laughed harder. I was glad to get the chance to be completely away from work and relax. Everyone needs to recharge. I can't imagine a better spot to do so.

My golf game was a 50/50 mix. Can't complain, but not real thrilled. My son's was a first and quite the experience. He loved it; especially when he found out that it was okay to tinkle in the woods. Boys. My husband snickered too. This is also where we discovered the worst beer ever created. Bud Chelata: Bud light lime mixed with clamato. Yep. Imagine THAT. I would call it stew but can't admit that I'd use it for anything other than a doorstop. Gross, vomitous and disgusting only hint at the strong negativity this "beer" brings in the way of odor or taste. I'd rather swallow the macaroni water stuck in my Tupperware after the dishwasher runs. Blech! But we all punished each other, daring to drink "more" or simply bragging that we took a swig.

My daughter went to her first "teen" function and had a ball. She made a lot of friends (despite her shy nature....ahahahahaha!), coming home with what seems like an address book already full. I loved watching her be a little girl...last of those days I'm afraid. I looked at her at one point and was truly taken by her beauty. What a lovely young lady.

We had a yaya induction: Welcome Bella. You are beautiful, strong and wonderful. We love you. You picked a bad wine, but we love you. Oh, we giggled and pointed while you drank it.
I did NOT put those pictures here. Who loves ya? Tessa does Honey. Tess.

The week flew but not so fast that we didn't enjoy each moment. We checked out quite a few lake houses and tossed the possibilities (every day it becomes more probable and it makes me truly happy) around: my lake house.

Since I was small, we've done that; camped at the lake. There is such serenity and peace for me on the water, I can't (or won't) describe it. It is all mine and it runs deep. I am glad that Cheech enjoys it (although maybe not quite as much) and that we make new, wonderful memories and stories each year. It means the world that we get to share it with some of our friends (though we wished we could have all been together).

Each year I reassure myself that I will get there...
Every day we make plans and add to our dreams.
Thank you to all who share, understand, and enjoy this. We nap, laugh, relax and live well together.