And then I had a melt down because my kids didn't feel the same sense of urgency that I did. Or maybe they don't understand english when its delivered by a frantic women who was this close to ripping the 10,000 blonde hairs out of her pounding head.
We made it to the cabin 5 minutes AFTER the first carload of youth did.
Why am I always rushing?
Don't answer that.
The kids swam, jumped, doodled, gamed, slept, ate, photographed, sang, talked, and hung out.
Marj and I prepared hearty meals then cleaned up afterwards.
We got home at 4, then I left at 5:30 to meet some friends in White Rock for dinner. After an absolutely scrumptious meal (pork tenderloin for me), followed by an incredible dessert (chocolate peanut butter pie served on a raspberry coulis), we were asked to leave as our table had been reserved for an 8:00 pm party. So we sat in their downstairs front entrance and visited on their waiting benches for another two hours.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. There was no rain when we needed there to be no rain.
2. The teens I spent Friday night with.
3. House on DVD.