Bear Lake…the beginning

{This post somehow got “lost” and I have no idea where.  So I’m re-posting…} I know it’s strange to post about Bear Lake following directly after a post about “keeping it real” because in my opinion, Bear Lake is not “real life.”Bear Lake is my “happy place.” Maybe our boat is more “real life”-ish… It’s over twenty years old and is holding on by a thread with how much it has been worn into the ground over the years… But hey, if you have brothers like this one who can fix that thing up lickety-split each summer, who cares if it’s hanging on by a thread cause at least there’s a thread 🙂 I love the long lazy days in the boat with people I love. Watching stuff like this: Grace got up on one ski this year.Does she look surprised about that little fact? Great to have another slalom skier in the fam. I love that the kids do not ever, ever, ever get bored at Bear Lake. There is always something to do. And I love the relationships that ensue up there. Some day my children will realize how incredibly lucky they are to have these guys to dote on them and teach them things that will change their lives for the better through their examples. And some day they will realize how lucky they were to get to care for and learn from all the sweet babies up there. I love that my sisters and sis-in-laws take care of my kids as much as I do up there. And I love that we take turns making huge quantities of good food and help each other out in the kitchen. I love the sky. I love that Lu actually got a real bed this year…and that she was a champion sleeper. …and that you can wear your clothes to bed if you want (above) and pjs and slippers all day if that’s what you’re in the mood for. I love “kid soup” after a long day at the beach. But mostly, I just love having a chance to be together.…for an extended period of time. And that I like being together with these people I call my family.  I feel like the luckiest girl in the world when I’m at Bear Lake. Yes, Bear Lake is for sure my happy place.