"You should take Mom away for the weekend, Dad. She's been really stressed lately."
These words came from our son, Zach, early Saturday morning. Was he joking? Did he just want us out of the house or did he really sense my anxiety?
The excuses popped up immediately.
There's too much to do...
We need to...
But I had hit a wall. Would a break help?
At 11:00, my husband announced, "Pack up. We're heading north." He had booked a hotel at Lake Erie.
The water always beckons us. It invites us to slow down, to quiet ourselves. The lapping of the waves soothes us. It is here that we unwind and forget the craziness for just a bit.
And that's what we did. We threw clothes in a bag and were on the road by 11:20.
We took 24 hours to recharge.
We walked along the lake hand in hand.
We watched the clouds float by.
We lingered as the waves crashed against the shore.
It was what we needed.