The rain continues in Oakland-hooray!-but this weekend, we got to play in the SNOW!
We drove up to North Lake Tahoe Friday afternoon and joined our friends at a beautiful AirBnB.
The weekend was delightfully low-key, full of laughter and way too short. Lake Tahoe is too beautiful-and too long of a drive-for just two nights. Hoping that next time we return, we stay for longer time!
Diego slept most of the drive up, and woke up about 20 minutes before we arrived. THANK YOU, DIEGO. As we approached the house, he kept saying, “Isla!” “Georgia!” We must have told him a hundred times that we were going to see his friends, and he was very excited.
Saturday morning, we bundled up and drove to North Lake Tahoe Regional Park for some sledding. I imagine the snow was perfect a few days earlier, but it was still quite nice for sledding.
We couldn’t figure out if Diego enjoyed sledding, but after every “run,” he kept saying “more, more” so…I think he had fun?
As much as I love getting out, during these trips, I absolutely adore the cozy afternoons together, snacking, playing games, watching toddler concerts.
Saturday night, Zac made a perfectly crisp Moscow Mule, Jon sous-vide’d delicious tri tip, and we had an incredible family dinner. After the babies went to sleep, the Attigas introduced us to Code Names. I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to play that game again.
This photo makes it look super intense-and it was. And so, so fun.
Narges made a beautiful photo book for all the children, and on the last page, she had this photo-from out last winter Tahoe trip in 2015:
That was the last trip before the babies joined the crew :) And here we are, a few years later, in 2019:
Beyond grateful for the friendship with these beautiful families.
Sunday morning started wayyyyy too early, when Diego woke up a few hours after we went to sleep, ready to PLAY. We took our time driving home, stopping in Davis to play in their awesome parks.
Sometimes I feel like I have no concept of time, or time’s passage. If I saw that 2015 photo, without the date in my phone, it would take a moment to figure out just how much life has passed since that snapshot. And then, there’s moments where it hits: whoa. Time is flying. Sunday morning, we were loading up the car, and I had to grab something from downstairs. Isla and Diego were playing in the living room, and just before I ran down the stairs, I said “Isla, I’ll be right back, can you be in charge of Diego and watch him?” It was probably a 20 second assignment, and Isla was wonderful. When I was back upstairs, and saw the two of them, it hit me.
Wait a minute, this sweet child, who didn’t even exist when we started these trips, is now watching my baby, the same baby who was also just a wish, a dream, when we started going to Tahoe in 2014? We started these family trips in 2014? FIVE years ago? We moved back to California almost five years ago?
Wow, time is flying. And I’m so, so grateful for these friendships to anchor these years, and for all the memories we’ve built together.