This night really didn't need a post all its own, but then again . . . Yes, it did, because it was the kind of evening I had DREAMED of having again with the Browns! Even though they weren't all there and two-thirds of our family were 500 miles away, we had the kind of "best evening ever" I always wanted again. And Laura was there.
It all started with a simple game of Dutch Blitz. But suddenly in the midst, five points away from someone winning, the game blurred out focus and we all became interested in how flexible the arms and legs were of various people in the room, doubled joints and who could stand on their head, or how to do a bridge. Alas, that craze was over too soon before I could grab my camera, but Josh and Peter were splendid at standing on their heads!
Laura, I have just as many crazy pictures of you and me on my phone, but I've no way to get them off. But they're lovely and crazy, and you're awesome.
And Laura and I sit blithely on the sidelines watching the fun!
And I kept thinking it was like being a kid again where there's nothing that kids do but laugh and play games and just love being with people you don't see that often. Thanks for the precious night, Browns. Thanks for all the memories. Thanks for being friends. Thanks for being kids again with me. Thanks for being there.