Every year of my life I’ve spent the second weekend of June at the Lake of the Ozarks. It’s our family reunion and undoubtedly one of the best weekends of the year. We swim, we fish, we eat, we drink, we laugh a lot. The memories I have from this reunion over the years are special to me, and I love that my kids are getting to experience it now. Just today I was thinking how proud my grandparents must be to know that this tradition has carried on without them…and that 18 of their great-grandkids have a love for “the lake” now too.
Great grandkids like this one who caught a fish within seconds of putting her line in the water. (Disclaimer: This is an optical illusion. The fish was MUCH smaller than he appears!!)
I vividly remember standing on a dock doing this very same thing when I was little. Apparently kissing fish is genetic.
One of the only things I don’t love about the lake–sharing a room with Nash! Not only does he NOT like being in a pack-n-play, but he can crawl right out of the darn thing…and up onto our bed. Let’s just say sleep was hard to come by. Hence the 4pm pool nap this guy took…
Luke. He has no personality whatsoever 😉
Once again, my sister did a great job of organizing games for the kids. This one was a fan favorite…especially when someone missed the bottle.
Did I mention sleep was rough??
The cannonball contest was everyone’s favorite, and I’m sure you can see why. My dad was proud to defend his title of cannonball champion…2 years and counting. I mean, check out that form in the bottom center 😉
The six amigos….all looking in the same direction, and almost everyone smiling. It’s a miracle!
If there’s one lesson I learned while at the lake, it’s that a 19 month old does NOT need a fishing pole. Even without a hook or bait–Nash still managed to use it as a weapon. Eeek! Maybe next year, bud…
I’ve always heard that the “firsts” without a loved one are the hardest, but it turns out that the seconds are just as hard. I missed my brother so much over the weekend. I felt like he could’ve shown up at any minute…talking baseball, eating Easy Cheese, convincing us that we needed to rent a boat for the day. Oh what I wouldn’t give.
But in the spirit of choosing joy, I’ll set my focus on the ways that he was there.
Until next year, lake…