So, I joined my husband and daughter on the lake. I'm not a huge risk taker and I haven't set foot on a frozen river or lake in years. As a child, my brother and I went through the ice on the Mississippi. We were out on his fourwheeler just as it started to warm up in early spring. Our backend went through the ice and we waged a long, wet, and exhausting battle against the river to get the machine free and get back to safety. As a teen, I used to sneak out with boys that had a little too much to drink and spin like crazy on frozen lakes in cars that were barely holding on to their bumpers. But as an adult, I am Mrs. safety. The mere fact that I left my son at the birthday party instead of hovering like a vulture is progress.
And so I walked out on the lake. I tried to ignore the gigantic cracks in the ice, but it was useless. I eventually bent down and stuck my hand in them. As I walked on the ice, I felt wild and free. Not wild and stupid like I was as a teenager, but wild and fun. I could see my husband and daughter in the distance spinning around and having a great time. Thank goodness one of us still knows how to have fun. :)
They drove up to me and I took a turn driving her around. But soon I was frozen and it was time to pick up my son, so I left them. We're all heading out soon to a healthy living event with a few local bloggers. Today was fun.