Reunion

For ten years now we've been living our adventures on the weekends with our dear friends. We have traveled, camped, vacationed, gotten engaged, planned weddings, learned to ski, learned to boat, helped our families, worked, played, crafted, golfed and fondue'd together in our spare time. We squeeze as much as possible into a weekend or (hallelujah) an entire week off together. Spencer and I go way back to high school days, but our friendship really started when college was nearly over. It was love at first sight when the first time we all really hung out together was for an entire weekend of camping. We didn't even wait the cursory three days before calling each other when we returned to plan our next date. We were in love. All four of us. Add four kids, ten years and 152 miles between us and we have laughed, cried, and been with each other for some of the most pivotal moments of our adulthood, while being near and far away. Sometimes the word "friendship" seems like an understatement for what the four of us really share. Now that we live so far away from each other, we are trying to make sure we see one another a minimum of every few months. And when we do, it is an unabashed weekend of glory. Here's our time at Lake Philips.

 The alumni.

 The boys telling secrets by the fire.

 Two happy kids at the end of a day.