Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day to all of the mothers out there! It is a selfless job and it is a very humbling job. It is one of my favorite things. My son came up from Wisconsin this weekend to spend the weekend with me, brought his girlfriend up. We went up to Big Bay, the 5 of us, had a great day, see the previous post for that day :-)

One of the hardest things I go through on a daily basis is not my arthritis pain. I have come to deal with chronic pain as a part of life, as millions of others do, so it isn't that. I miss my kids. My daughter will be 21 in 1 week and I won't be able to celebrate with her, as she lives in another state. She is also married and starting a life of her own. Very proud of her. My son, he is 17. He will be 18 in december. He has 1 more year of high school, so I didn't argue about him staying with his dad. It was my choice to move this far away. Knowing that seeing him would be harder and harder. I miss him every day. It was wonderful seeing him all weekend. He brought me a great mothers day gift that he bought with his own hard earned money. It's a metal flat sculpture of a tree with the word mother on it. I can't wait to hang it in the new house!!
I miss my kids, I miss my mom. It's hard when family lives in all different states. Those who have kids or who see them every day, may not understand how hard missing them every day is. I am very proud of the young man and young women my children have become. So very proud of them. It's also nice to be a part of others kids lives. Tonys son Asa lives with us and he calls me his Yooper mom. He sent me a mushy note today, not the first. He makes me cry telling me what a difference I have made in his life and how happy he is that I am here. Makes my heart all warm and fuzzy. And he is the only one allowed to call me yooper.

I can't wait to move into our home. Who would have thought. A high school summer fling, two kids who thought they had something and then lost it, 24 years later, we are buying our very first house together. I can't think of anyone in the world I would rather take this adventure with. He may not tell me how he feels all of the time, but I know. I feel it.

Sorry for getting mushy. Just one of those days. Tell your mother you love her. Tell your kids. Tell your loved one. Everyone needs to hear it once in a while, young and old.

Happy Mothers Day xoxoxox

Back at the Lumberjack in Big Bay

So last time we came here, to Big Bay, we visited the Lumberjack Tavern. Great food. So my plan was to bring the kids back there for burgers. Beat burgers. Ever. They are 1/2 lb. They are messy and delicious and oh lord you need to try one. So the 5 of us walked in, me and Tony, or boys Jon and Asa and Jons girlfriend Lilly. We ordered 5 Lumberjack Burgers. Jack was working, he is a good shit. Kids had root beer, Tony had his widowmaker. I had a big frosty mug of captains and root beer. So we enjoyed our drinks. Burgers came and we went silent. Everyone was finding a way to keep their LBJ together and shove it in their facehole. This was not my first LBJ at the Tavern so I knew how to eat it and giggles when everyone else had to piece theirs back together. These are made with fresh beef, never frozen. They are worth the drive. Back to Marquette. What a great mothers day, see big bay lighthouse, beach and Thomas Rock and end with lunch the the Lumberjack, one of my favorite taverns. Thanks Jack for the great food and great service as always. We will be back. I just realized we never took a picture to put on the blog here....of the burger. :-) next time!!!

Loving me some LBJ...

Xoxox
SARAH

Yes it's good to be home.

So the term Yooper, in the dictionary, is a native to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. By dictionary terms, I am not a yooper. Some natives here say if you stick it out thru seven winters, you are a yooper. I have only lived here one, therefore I am not a Yooper. And there are some, they say it's an attitude and it's in your heart. If that were the case, I would be closer to a yooper than ever.

Black Rocks opened up this weekend so the first chance I get, Monday after work, today, I go to the gym, do my workout, and fly to black rocks in my yoga pants and UP tshirt that says ' I call it home'. I never thought those words would ever ring truer than they do now.

I am sitting out on Black Rocks just writing away, listening to the water slap the rocks, just teasing them. It's very calm today. The sun is bright and I can't even tell you how beautiful it is. If you have seen it, you know.

Years ago, I thought I would never leave wisconsin. I love wisconsin. I love our cheese and our Packers and our pride. I just loved wisconsin and I still do. But it is no longer home for me. I always wondered where I would hang my hat once my kids were older. Now I know.

This is home to me. My big ol lake. I can call it mine because right now, in my moment, in my bubble, it's mine. It is yours when you need it to be yours. Right now, in my mind and in my heart, it is mine. It is my home. My peaceful lazy Sunday driving every day of the week, my appreciation of all things tasty like pasties and cudhigi, my love for the people up here and the Yooper pride, my infatuation with the lake...she is magnanimous. The rocks, the water, the depth, her voice when she talks to you, her emotions when she is awake and angry or just wanting to be loud, she is motherly. Carrying ships from east to west and back and forth, north and south, she means business. She is not to be messed with. And she is home.

How do you get enough of this? I can't seem to. I don't want to leave, I could sit here all night. I may get cold and my battery would die on my phone but eh, who cares right :-)

The great thing about living up by Lake Superior, even tho I say today she is mine, there is enough of her for everyonr in the world to enjoy. Not just the locals, like me haha. A local, no longer a tourist...haha. not just the tourists, but everyone.

Time to go walking and soaking in the energy that just seeps into you when you are out here....

#lovingyooperland