You know sometimes it’s pretty easy to forget just how blessed life is. This past summer most of our children and all our grandchildren gathered for a bit of fun at Lake Windemere/Fairmont. It was awesome.
The most recent addition at the time, Laken, got her introduction to the nuances of mini-golf with her playing partner, grandpa. She was an excellent partner as we registered the low score for the day. The extended family Par 3 tournament was another success, not too much concern about scores, just a great time had by one and all. No holes in one this year, though there was one pretty good shot at it on the last hole, complete with a gallery to witness as the ball rolled up right online about 4 inches short…too bad.
The Jet Ski – Pontoon Boat day was one of the most fun things we’ve ever done, so much so we did it twice. As sons and daughters took grandchildren out for spins on the Jet Ski the rest of the crew relaxed on the pontoon boat and enjoyed the view, the laughs and the fun.
A nice 60 km bike ride from Cranbrook BC to Kimberly BC (check out the trail) to Lake Wasa with a couple of my brothers and some of our children and their spouses, and several rounds of golf rounded out the week.
It’s pretty easy to get caught up in the business of life while forgetting to live life. I’ve been guilty of this on more than one occasion that’s for sure. I’m not suggesting events like a week at the lake are the only way to live life, nope there’s been super days before, since and will be many great days in the future. That said, these days were, and remain, days that reset and restore an element of balance necessary to have enough in the tank to get through tough days that are simply part of the deal that is life. At least they do for me.
It’s not just grandchildren or children that say, “remember when…” there’s a reason for that.