Memorial weekend was rough.
I was emotional and sad and missing Kristi and seeing pictures of her grave all weekend and I just felt out of sorts.
That Sunday night Jen texted me: Want to go to the lake tomorrow?
I grew up boating with neighbors and friends most of my life. I love Lake Powell, I love water skiing, I LOVE BEING OUT IN THE SUN ON THE WATER.
I have not felt as happy as I did that day in months. It was exactly what I needed.
What I didn't realize was that we would be spending the day on her parents' 65 foot long house boat. This is the way to go my friends.
Pure bliss. I have felt so much better ever since. I am thankful for friends who seem to know what I need when I need it. And thankful for my mama for helping me go.