The lake used to be for staying up late, sleeping in and lounging in a chair all day.
It used to be a place to recharge our batteries, go for a run, and do as much or as little as we wanted.
It used to mean cocktail hour and late night drinks around the campfire.
The lake has become a place of early mornings, long afternoon naps, and countless hours in a sandbox.
It’s a place to throw rocks in the lake, march down a gravel road and head to grandma’s for an afternoon treat.
It’s watching the sunset and night time cuddles with tiny babies.
It’s no TV, no technology.