(Enjoying fun in the sun with my BFF's finace, Marcus)
If someone were to ask me to describe the perfect weekend, this weekend would have been spot on. We spent Sunday and Monday on Cross Lake, which holds a special place in my heart. I grew up on the lake. My family took the boat out most weekends — weather permitting — and it's always been something I loved doing.
But there's another reason I've been looking so forward to lake weekends — because I missed out on a lot of them last summer. Almost every weekend, Ty would call and ask me to go out on the lake with him. While I did go one time, there were handfuls of times I said no. Why? Because I'm an idiot. I missed out on so much fun and spending time with such a wonderful person that I haven't been able to resist kicking myself over it a few times.
Self-kicking aside, I love seeing Ty so happy. The lake is definitely one of his favorite places, too. The guys take turns surfing the wake behind the boat. It's a relatively new water sport that you don't see many people doing just yet, but it's amazing to watch. They make it look easy, although I'm certain that is not the case.
For the most part, the rain held off and we had an excellent time on the water. I didn't burn, and believe it or not, I actually got in the water for a swim. The picture below is one of my favorites. The sun is out and Ty looks so happy. It sums up our perfect day.
I'm a former journalist turned marketer of concrete. I still type a lot. Other than that, I'm married to an oilman, the owner of a mini-schnauzer named Baxter and a lab named Lacy, chef to anyone with an appetite and a connoisseur of $10 wines.