Lake Cornelia

Lake Cornelia.
Two words that hold some of my most precious memories.
Sunshine.
Family.
Water.
Boating.
Skiing.
Tubing.
Picnicking.
Summer.

I hold on to these traditions:
+ Grandma getting to the lake first and staking our claim.
+Roasting marshmallows on the coals of past lunch.
+Picnicking and then playing in the water.
+Tubing first and then Skiing.
+Driving slow and dreaming about the day when we will buy our very own lake house on this beautiful lake.
+Talking about how Grandpa took such good care of the boat.
+Reminiscing over past family gatherings at the lake.
+Eating brownies and lemonade after we are done boating.
+Falling asleep in the pickup with wet hair, a tired body and a full heart.

This place has a certain rhythm. It's slow, easy, and familiar.
It's Lake Cornelia.