Tahoe. Gorgeous Lake Tahoe. I once thought it was a cheesy RV park only visited by retired people in Winnebagos.
Little did I know.
My first visit was in September of 2000-for a wedding-the weekend I met my husband. (The wedding was his cousins-whom I had known since I was 3) That weekend was literally magical. Ill never forget driving in with my mom and brother and the moment I first spied the lake. My jaw honestly dropped. "Thats Lake Tahoe???" I fell in love with the lake that weekend-and with Red.
I have been back many times in the last 11 years or so-most recently two weeks ago. It was a last minute trip-we were invited to stay with our wonderful friends in their cabin on the lake and would be joined by another great family as well. I wasnt sure how Avery would do but we went for it. Nolan was so excited to see the snow and we planned to take them both sledding.
It was a great trip. Both kids did well on the ride up-Nolan loved the sledding (Avery not so much). But the one thing Ill never forget-or get tired of-was watching the snow fall. There is just something so peaceful about watching snow. Especially with the lake as the backdrop. It is so quiet-and I dont get a lot of quiet.
Sure there were tough times-watching the other kids run around and play-watching Avery melt down in the snow while sledding-but I swear those few moments I took to just watch the snow totally cancelled that other stuff out. Being with great friends, in a beautiful home, in one of the most amazing places on the planet-doing something as simple as watch the snow fall-even just for a few moments-reminded me just how lucky we really are. And that is not lost on this stressed out mommy-not for a second.
(I have pictures-but of course my computer is being very finicky-hope to get some up tomorrow)