The kids just spent the last 4 days at Nana and Papa's house. A welcome break that always brings with it a bit of sadness with being away from them. Still, I got some lovely squeezes when we picked them up today so I'd say it was worth it. While they were away, I took a mini trip to an old home of mine.
A dozen or more years ago, I spent one heavenly summer living on a gorgeous lake with a girlfriend. We paid her family for our electric use and a few other whatnots, took half our baths right in the lake, and spent every second that we weren't at our jobs out on the water working on our tans.
A few things have changed (we now use an spf a good deal higher than 4, I've popped out three babies, she's lost her mother), but mostly when Jen and I get together it's just like we never left. And being able to hang out and catch up at the lake is just a little slice of heaven. On Friday we were joined by 4 other high school gals (I bailed on our 15 year reunion) and spent some time reminiscing, gossiping and being silly, but it was my time on Thursday that really left me refreshed. Pretty easy to feel that way when looking at a lot of this:
And doing a lot of this:
I did bail on the official reunion, but I saw the people that I wanted to see and I had a good reason to ditch the girls on Saturday. Happy eleven years Michael. Couldn't have done it without you. ;-)