. . . They are called The Browns. They dance. They sing. They bring happiness. There are nine of them. Yup. And they couldn't be any better.
They came to see us. I love it when they go to weddings and ask to stay at our house. It's one of the best things in the world. We haven't seen them altogether for five years!
When they come, it means shoes in the entry way and trips out to the barn to swing on the rope. It means sleeping bags and pillows everywhere, and re-inflating air mattresses. It means deep, intelligent conversations, and books! It means the BEST girls in the world all in the same car driving down the road and singing Disney Love Songs and Josh Groban. It means food and tons of dishes to wash, and movie quotes, and "have you seen this movie?" and character discussions. It means friends. Lots of them. And there is no age gap, no not connecting with someone and not talking to them because they're younger or older then you. We're all the same, and it's one of the greatest things, this being all one.
Oh yes, and it also means whopping, rollicking rounds of Twister . . .
Dad's evil laugh.
It never fails.
You have to hear it to understand. :)
Directly after lunch, the boys hurried us all over to the volleyball net for a few whopping rounds! There were a few disputes about the out of bounds line, but it was soon resolved, and we had a marvelous time getting all sweaty and sandy, complete with two wrestling attempts from the boys!
Peace out, dude! No wait, it's "V" for Victory!! A treasure this is, indeed!
In the morning, they left. After teaching us the Gay Gordon's dance and promising to come visit them next time and not to let so many years go by again without being together! After I cried and couldn't let go again, I waved to their van kicking up dust on the road, sad at heart, but happy in spirit. Nothing wipes away the memory of a friend. Especially ones like the Browns.