Anchors away

Why am I up tonight at 1:50 am? Memories won't let me sleep. Today we sold our boat. We've been wanting to get rid of it for some time now and are thrilled that it's taken care of. So what is my foolish mind up and running for? When I first woke up at midnight all the good times Brad and I shared in that boat started floating up.
We had two long, hot Louisiana summers spent together in that boat. Every Sunday and most Saturdays were spent loading up an ice chest full of beer and wine coolers and heading out on the lake. I loved sitting next to Brad flying across the water. My hair all tangled, the water so warm that it didn't really cool you off, tan lines, swamp burgers, worm buckets, friends, and the intoxicating smell of tanning oil on our skin. I loved the time we spent with the whole group, but I loved the time that he and I spent together alone more.
I am a little sad that Turner never got to go out on the boat with us. But you can't really bring your kids back in time. The summers we spent on that boat will always be just mine and Brad's. I'm sure that we'll get another one, but it'll be a more practical family fishing boat. For now someone else gets to make memories on our boat. It already holds so many.
So that is all it takes to rob a crazy pregnant lady of her sleep. Well, that and the little girl who likes to party all night long in my belly. My anxiousness doesn't need much to crank up and keep me up wandering about what she'll look like and how will Turner take sharing the spotlight.
So I'll never be bounced out of my seat heading across the lake in the Maxium again. I won't get to see Brad with his shirt off, golden red skin, hat on backwards, driving fast and smiling. Now our lives are more about car seats, naps, family supper, and story time in bed. Both parts of our life are and were fun and exciting. I wouldn't go back, not even for all the tea in China. Doesn't mean I don't like thinking of what all trouble we got into while we were back there.