sometimes we all need an oasis

We were born by the water, and I believe it fills our blood and brings peace with its massive stillness and rythmic movement. Getting away. What does that mean? It means at mile 1 of 1-69, cares dissipate and anxiety lessens...and by the time you get to the lakehouse, you've forgotten why you needed to come...why, really, there was no other option.
Eric always speaks to me of how important his lakehouse is to him. His childhood memories of spending time at his grandparent's lake cottage have formed and shaped him. It's taken me awhile to understand the importance of the lakehouse...to really see it's value.
This house is my refuge...a place to go with Eric where we can get away from the stress of daily life and actually talk.
This house is my oasis...my place to bring family and best-friends and show them the peace this house has offered me, and perhaps all those who enter it's doors. I'll never stop being grateful, not just for the beautiful scenery, breathtaking weather (most of the time), rides on the boat, fishing!, eating great grilled out food, games of cornhole where your feet are sinking into the lawn, laughing around the fire until we run out of wood, but more so for the love, the caring...the place to offer an oasis.

We needed an oasis this weekend. We got one. What a perfect, wonderful day.