I'll never forget hearing what my great-grandfather described as the most difficult part of living nearly a century: losing his loved ones. I thought grief would be his reason for the difficulty, but it wasn't the kind of grief I was expecting. Rather than focusing on the sadness of losing them, he highlighted the loss of his own sense of self.
Phew! Pardon me for veering off course with that unexpectedly morose tangent. I mentioned it to pinpoint the reason I feel so refreshed after being with old friends. Having a weekend full of remembered stories and belly laughs is like one long continuous hug that never ends. It's fabulous. Our visit was doubly great because it was the first time our children played with each other. It is fun to compare their personalities and see which parts of them are like us and like each other.
Even better than all this pontificating are the photos I have from the event. Enjoy!
|Intense birthday party love, as personified by Molly.|
|Mike's Pastries excitement.|
p.s. Yes, I experimented with Photobucket's new editing tools again. They are dangerous for my creeping bedtime.
Editor's note: This post is part of Wordful Wednesday and a bunch of Wordless Wednesdays: 5 Minutes for Mom, Jenni from the Blog, Natural Parents Network, and The Paper Mama.