This year I was bound and determined to attend the meet up. Jay planned on joining me (since we have friends in Minneapolis too) but bailed when he realized he’d be the only guy around. So at 5 am on a Friday in September, Sam and I boarded a plane and headed north, joining five of my friends, nine kids, and one very patient husband. You would think it would be awkward… Nope. Not at all.
Lots of kids and almost four of the six moms...
Me and Sam, enjoying some "us" time...
Me, Patty, Kathy, Krystal, Mickey and Kim
(no bottles of alcohol were hurt during this picture)
There is no way I could do the weekend justice in a few sentences. For most of it, you really just DID have to be there. I can say that I came home with my cheeks hurting from laughing and smiling, a sad Sam (she missed her friends!), a pretty sweet trucker hat and a heavy heart knowing I wouldn’t see these amazing women for most likely at least a year.
Sad or not, it was worth it. And I know deep down Jay is jealous of my awesome hat.