Why I Am The Luckiest

I hereby publicly challenge Mr. Ben Folds for the title of The Luckiest. Because I have the honor of calling these four beautiful and intelligent people my dearest friends, and he does not. And for three wonderful days I had the privilege of their constant company here in Maryland, aka the Wasteland. If I have any Maryland readers (I don't), you will have to pardon the nickname. It is not and is not meant to be endearing. But for a weekend the wasteland flourished.


It was a perfect weekend. With an even balance of sightseeing and simple hanging out, the weekend left absolutely nothing to be desired. It was everything I could have hoped for and more, and I mean that most literally. It was also needed. Five weeks is far too long to go without seeing people who mean as much to me as they do. And that they would sacrifice so much to be here, for my sake, means more than my words can capture. But maybe if I say it enough they'll get a glimpse of just how great this feeling of appreciation is inside of me. I'm telling you, friends just don't come better than these.


I don't have the strength right now to relate a full account of the weekend's activities, but there will be many pictures on Facebook in the near future I am sure. For now I'll provide a few highlights. Most of the pictures in this post come from Scott K's camera. Our one good whole group photo is on Scott S's camera, so I'll have to post that when I get it.