Seems like just yesterday we were in our North Minneapolis home with the Oakley's and the Kilanowski's living a short distance away. The days of late night canasta games, house parties and fun nights at the local bars are long gone, but the memories... Oh, the memories... There isn't a time when we get together with our long-time friends where there isn't a familiar story that is told about those days. And they never cease to make us laugh. Whether it be Pete walking in on Michelle while she's giving birth to Julia, or John's trip to the ER after a fall that broke his ribs where Pete picked him up at the door to be the designated driver for the night, the Halloween parties (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles still ROCK), or Jeannie's crazy cat, Kitty, attacking John's feet as we walk in the door of their home. Each and every one of those stories holds a very special place in our hearts. Our kids were born in those homes and we spent our first years getting together at least once a week to hang out, have a backyard bbq, spaghetti dinner and play cards.
Now our kids are all grown up. Jake, the first one born to our family, has graduated and is going off to college at the University of Iowa. Julia and Stephi graduate next year and Kaitlin will be the class of 2012. The kids may be busy with their own lives, but every time we have the opportunity to get together they act like siblings and pick up right where they left off.
We have watched these kids grow up to be fabulous young adults. We have been so very blessed to be a part of each others' lives for this long and hope that we are part of each others' memories for many years to come.