After two glorious weeks in paradise (otherwise known as Lake Tahoe), I do have to admit that it's wonderful to come home to...
... my own bed and pillows and blankets.
... a bathroom that seems HUGE and full of elbow-room and counter-space (never take those things for granted!).
... a house with clean floors that don't make my feet filthy every night by bedtime.
... consistent cell reception.
... my piano.
... a very happy, filthy, stinky doggie.
But as I reflect on those fabulous two weeks, I miss...
... such wonderful time with family.
... after-dinner conversations and laughter with the whole family together.
... the breathtaking view and the lake literally out our back door (a mere three flights of stairs off the back deck).
... sand between my toes and the crystal-clear lake water.
... relaxing afternoons spent reading on the beach (I finished The Giver and am about 3/4 through The Count of Monte Cristo -- the unabridged version!).
... game evenings around the living room game table.
... cooking with the stereo blasting (we divided the cooking between couples this year, with each couple preparing two dinners, and it worked out great!).
... gorgeous sunrises and sunsets over the lake.
It's good to be home. But oh, how hard it was to leave.
More thoughts and pictures coming soon. Promise. =)
