*friday night s'mores.
*one last sunset, one last sunrise, one last boat ride.
*driving by my high school and the ice cream shop where i had my first job.
*lunch with old friends that turned into dinner and beyond.
*returning home to a handful of letters from faraway friends.
i wrapped up a perfect week of lake life with my family by spending a day with my oldest friends in the town where we grew up together...where everything feels familiar no matter how long i am away and where i can count on running into people i know no matter where i am going.
there is a deep and particular comfort to be found in lifelong friends. they know every story and there is nothing to explain...and somehow, we always find a way to pick up right where we left off.