Whatever your life’s work is, do it well.
While so many were reflecting this past weekend on the awesomeness of MLK and his legacy, we reflected on friendship and celebrated life with friends during a little mountain getaway, complete with hot chocolate and nerf guns.
We met at a family spot, one we’ve been trying to get to for about three years, but kid sickness, work, prior commitments and other excuses have seemed to thwart those plans until this past weekend.
This was the case of the disappearing grapes. I think I might have solved it.
Might I add that this weekend was definitely worth the wait?
From the ever-funny bedhead,
One who shares our love/need/jonesing thing for coffee.
To the ever funny antics of good friends,
It was our life’s work done well, I tell you.
But friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life,
and thanks to a benevolent arrangement the greater part of life is sunshine.
We found these kick sleds just begging for a fun day.
Not only did we hear the call, but we fully obliged.
A couple of escape attempts later and the real games were on.
You seriously might be over kick sledding pictures by now, but wait, there are more.
Throwing the “hang loose” sign in the snow is just about as much fun as throwing it on the beach, man.
We had to stop and love on the baby for a while, making sure to kiss cheeks and tips of fingers to keep the chill away.
Who knew that the Angels would be there?
We squeezed some more fun out of those last few moments of sunshine, dodging in between the long shadows.
It was reported that the 2yo up there was the perfect counterweight for turning and sledding just right, so the men ro-sham-bo’d for dibs on him.
However, who can resist the King of the World?
Baby sister cannot. She was muy, muy impressed.
Before any day in the mountains is complete, however, there must be a full investigation of the snow.
Erm…where did that little guy’s snowball go? Ew.
We did a fine job out there.
And once inside?
There was a concert…
More cheek-kissing stuff…
More gross boy stuff (like figuring out who had the stinky gas)…
Yes, it was our child. He nearly made us all pass out. A lot.
We finally shoo’d the younger ones off to bed and chatted over warm evening drinks while the guys pool sharked.
Yep. Totally worth the wait.
I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar.
It’s about time that we threw those pesky calendars away. You guys are awesome, and thank you for a much needed getaway with you.