Fenwick Island, Delaware.

It was a total God thing. We were at a party, and a friend said, “Hey, if you ever want to use our beach house, just let me know.” I answered in the next breath, “Ummm, yes. I’m letting you know.” So Frank and Gayle were gracious enough to give us the week, and it was one of the best of my life.

Here are the God parts. It was two houses over from Craig and Jill, friends that go way back . . . she was the model for my very first trash the dress session!  Then, on day two, my ten year old, Caroline was out taking a walk with my Mom, and saw our good friends from Baltimore, who happened to be vacationing right down the street.

 

With my bff’s Ann and Kim, and their brood of kids by our side, and my Carl commuting back and forth from Bmore, we had the week to end all weeks. We spent lazy hours out on the deck watching our kids kayak out to Davy Jones’ Locker, drinking coffee and red wine. We had a blissful day with my mom and dad and nephew AJ. We sat for hours at the beach watching the kids ride waves and then jumped out of our chairs every so often to show them how it’s done, old school style. We cooked beautiful food, ate and drank out on the deck wayyy into the night, and sang the words to the songs that marked our own restless youth and broken hearts.

 

 

 

 

Kim texted me this morning. . . our weekend motto. “to love someone is to know the song in their heart, and sing it to them when they have forgotten the words.” That’s the kinda girlfriends I have. The kind that I would die for and vice versa. My prayer is that our kids watch us slog through life together, watch us hold each other up, watch us have each other’s backs . . . and do the same for one another.

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