i had the privilage to reminise with my boys this last week. scott, andrew, adam, david, and steve all flew out from California to do a little r & r for old time sake. jonathan, andrews brother, and i live out here at this wonderful elevation of one mile and are considerably always experiencing the rocky mountain high. we thouroughly enjoyed it then when all of the guys came out to see us.
the main point on the agenda was the denver broncos vs. the miami dolphins. this was the main reason the dates were selected for the trip. dave has been a miami dolphin’s fan his whole life and what better time to see them play then when they played in denver. that was the reason for the weekend. anyways, i managed to get rowdy trout for the weekend. this was such a blessing. hannah’s family owns a cabin or two up on the mountains right next to a river and some lakes. it was quite the experience taking all of the city boys up there. and fun was had. from fishing the river to coney island to poker, we had a blast. the highlight by far though was the community.
when old friends get together something unexplainable happens. time begins again. you pick up where you left off. you give abbreviated cliff notes of the past circumstantial happenings and then join in with the lives that you love. this was probably the greatest part of the weekend. it was like a ‘good ol boys’ tour. this was the first time that i had been with all these guys since hannah and i got married a year ago and we picked up where we left off. things have changed, that is for sure, but who we are, and the character of these boys has not changed. the character of these men has not changed.
to grow up and to grow old-er brings new life experiences, but there is something about that favorite sweatshirt we like to wear that reminds us of the old days, or eating a dish that takes us back to childhood. these men have made me who i am. i have experienced life with them, shared tears with them, celebrated with them. they are old friends that move with me into a new future. they are my constants. they are my havens. they are my anchors. they are my brothers. and they are my friends.
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