i had put it off for too long. i had no more excuses up my sleeve. liam no longer breastfed, no longer napped. he was potty trained, he knew how to swim. it was time. it was more than time. nearly six years after marriage had united our families, we would be joining the rest of the farinella’s (what do you call a group of italians, anyway?) down at table rock lake for their annual labour day weekend festivities.
i bought a new sun hat for the occasion. packed more food for us than we’d ever need. absolutely underestimated the “rock” part of table rock lake and instantly regretted the lack of appropriate footwear. built sandcastles with the kids. had water gun fights. rode on the back of a sea-doo captained by my dashing husband. watched liam and his new best friend (and cousin) have the time of their lives on uncle larry’s boat. listened to led zeppelin. almost pet a cat. drank lemonade. swam almost constantly. ate my weight in hummus and veg. played uno. got a little heated during uno. acquired a weird sunburn. helped liam write a goodbye note to his new best friend (and cousin). witnessed the most heartbreaking and tearful goodbye (we’re talking full-on sobs for nigh on ten minutes) between the pair of them. felt loved and welcomed by everyone despite worrying i might not. left with a smile on my face. decided to never put off going again.
until next time.
little joys 