We got together with our oldest and dearest friends while on vacation in Oklahoma. We were all excited to see Uncle Steven back from Iraq and to meet Tanti Glenda's new baby, Christopher. Of course, as usual we went to a playground. Between our three families we have 13 children, so somewhere for them to burn off a little excess energy is a must.
The first time I was officially introduced to my husband, Daniel, and his best friend, Steven, was at a park celebrating a mutual friend's 14th birthday (Hi, Kenny! Um, I mean Ken). It seems like most of my favorite memories of the two of them involve hanging out at a playground when we were all teenagers and trying not to worry while Steven and Daniel risked life and limb in death defying leaps off of parts of the playground equipment that were never meant to be climbed much less jumped off of. Some things never change. The only difference when we get together now is that these two guys are teaching their kids to be fearless little monkeys, too. I guess the banana doesn't fall far from the tree.