A spring break trip to the lake–which you can see I’ve renamed Spring Brake as we used it to bring our crazy, busy lives to a relaxing halt.  As we were driving my husband commented that he realized that the spring breaks of his adult years were taking a different feel than those of his younger ones.  His exact statement was something along the lines of, “When did spring break become something that helped me recover rather than something I had to recover from?”   This made me smile as I thought about college spring breaks filled with drinking, dancing, singing at the top of our lungs and trips to Mexico that we were probably lucky to return from.

Wait…that’s not so different from this spring break!  We drank (coffee…from one of my favorite little coffee shops), we danced (as we walked past numerous folk singers in Silver Dollar City amusement park—much to the chagrin of my middle child who has very strict rules against ANY public displays of dancing),  we sang (at least 1000 rounds of “the itsy bitsy spider”, “the wheels on the bus” and “I’ve been working on the railroad”) and a trip across the border??  YES!  We went across the Arkansas border to the fabulous little artsy town of Eureka Springs.

See?!  Not so much has changed.  A wild and crazy spring break at the Lake. …parental style.