I’ve got a great group of girlfriends that I grew up with and we all had kids around the same time. We all live within an hour or so of each other and we try to get together when our schedules allow. Within the group, most of us became friends in early elementary school, some of us before (Hi, Kara!! (not pictured)), but what’s really cool is that we all became moms at the same time. Most of our kids are five and under, and our group just keeps growing. Lara’s daughter, Mira, and Audrey are one day apart so we all got together to celebrate. The first picture is taken a month later at a different gathering, but it’s got most of the mamas in it too, which is practically unheard of. A group shot that includes mothers???? Duh. We should do it more often!! Good times had by all. And I’m not sure why I only took a couple pictures.
I’m Here.
Four days ago I started this post and it was going to be a post about taking care of myself and so I can better take care of those around me, but now all that thinking, four whole days ago, seems like a distant thought. My friend over at Clove’s Corner wrote a great little essay about the exact things that I’ve been thinking about. Check it out here. She often takes the words out of my mouth, and I think that after I read her writing, I feel like I’ve purged a post of my own. I suppose it’s just nice to have a ‘friend’ that feels the same way I do. (Friend in quotes because we’ve never actually met….).
Some really great things have happened lately: we went to Harrison Hot Springs to celebrate Audrey’s birthday, we had a birthday/playdate celebration with the A-Town posse, Barry’s parents came for a great visit, and Brian and Darcy got engaged. Life is full to the brim these days, and by the end of the day, when I have a moment to write about it, I hardly have enough energy to sit down and tap a few words out. So, I chicken-scratch these posts together in hopes that the images and a few words will be enough to remember all the joy and love we feel. Hopefully I can remember between the lines.
Maybe it’s the two cups of coffee I had this morning, or the fact that the house is quiet, but my brain can’t quite settle itself into any sense of a pattern to write. So I won’t. Until next time.
A Play Date of Sorts
