Sunday, July 6
The day I have been dreading has finally arrived. This will be our last full day in Tahoe. We head for home first thing tomorrow morning. There is a curious mix of emotions in the house this morning. Mario is expressing his thanksgiving for a great vacation, the boys are missing home and eager to get back. Me? I'm not talking much because the lump in my throat threatens to spill over into tears and ruin everybody's good mood. I know I should feel blessed and thankful for even being here in the first place. My lack of gratitude is making me feel guilty and adding to the misery.
As always though, the lake proves to be the needed tonic to my sore heart. We spent the day at hidden beach. The boys played and swam while I allowed the magic of the lake to envelope me. It probably seems silly but one of the songs I found myself listening to on my iTouch during this trip was David Cook's, "You'll Always be a Part of Me." The words to that song will always be for me a whispered song of love that this amazing place will hum in my heart whenever I find myself longing to return.
It is such a curious thing that while my passion for Lake Tahoe seems to know no bounds and I would gladly move here, that passion is not shared by Mario and the boys. They do enjoy our trips here and I trust that we have created warm memories that they will return to often in the years to come. But for them it is just a happy trip along the way, no different than a fun trip to Disneyland. For me, it is something transformative that reaches the very depths of my soul. I found this quote that captures something of this feeling, " “It is the mind which creates the world around us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, your eyes will never see what is beheld by mine, your heart will never stir to the emotions with which mine is touched.”
Mario and the boys were very gentle and sweet with me today, knowing I was struggling with the thought of leaving I was the lucky recipient of many unasked for hugs and kisses.