What Home Means to Me
Driving up to see my cabin.
Unpacking the car.
Having a late breakfast.
Then running down to see the lake.
The waves crashing never ending.
Hearing a boat go by leaving a wake behind.
Hearing the tractor start and knowing that means we are headed to the boat launch to go wakeboarding.
Hopping onto the boat riding down to the water.
Smelling the water.
Jumping into the blue fresh glistening white water.
Getting the wakeboard on then…
3.2.1 HIT IT!!!
Getting out of the water feeling the spray in my face.
Everything going by in a blur. Moving side to side jumping out of the wake.
I could do this all day every day for a year (except the winter).
That’s what home means to me.