Last week my far-away friend, Christy, along with her husband and four (!) children, spent seven days at our house. It was wild and wonderful and loud and hilarious. Seeing our kids play and connect after years between our last visit (they used to live in the same town as we do, but moved to run a camp on Pender Island three years ago) was heart-warming and being able to chat over morning coffee as the wild kids ran amok brought back so many sweet memories.
I am so thankful for friends like that, the ones you don’t keep in touch as well as you ought to with, yet when you’re back together it’s like no time has passed at all.
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