On the Saturday after we'd arrived at the cabin in the Adirondacks, I sat outside alone for an hour. I desperately tried to let go of all of the thoughts swirling around in my head. All I could think about were all of the "what ifs" that I can't control. I was supposed to be having fun, but I couldn't get out of my own way long enough to do it.
We all have those days occasionally. When it takes all of your energy to keep going, even when you're supposed to be on vacation.
Later on that same afternoon, Lucas noticed. And without a word he came to me and gave me the longest hug he ever had. It was then I knew, I had to give myself a break from all of what was still waiting for me at home. So I did. Because there was nothing I could do to change the "what ifs" - and I didn't have much of my weekend left.
We'd come to Lake George to spend time with friends we rarely get to see. We laughed, ate well (and ate, and ate some more), and enjoyed each other's company. We didn't even really go out that often, but just spent time catching up, relaxing, and being together.
And I realized (no, not for the first time) how very lucky I am to have so many amazing people in our lives. I whole heartedly believe in the sentiment that friends are the family you choose. They are the people who get us, who care, who accept our flaws and still remain our friends because they want to.
Miles separate us. So it's my hope that this trip becomes a new tradition to bring us together more often. Because every once in awhile, we need those friends to remind us to give ourselves a break.