I have a picture I took 16 years ago (coming up in early June). It is a picture of ten pairs of shoes on our porch. One pair belonged to Andrew, three pairs belonged to my kids, and the other six pair of shoes belonged to kids of good friends, and they were all at my house for the entire day as they were in need of a babysitter. I remember it was a pretty crazy day, and I specifically remember realizing in amazement that lunch was going to have to be in shifts as we didn't have the capability to feed everyone at the same time. I remember being a bit relieved when the day was over, but it is also a fabulous memory.
This weekend, the smallest pair of shoes graduated. She is the last of our close group of friends, and we've been friends long enough that I remember when she was born. She is a beautiful young lady with a fabulous sense of humor, and I adore her tremendously. We sat and visited with her brother Saturday evening (who was the owner of a pair of shoes as well) as well as brother's girlfriend whom we had met before. The daughters of other friends were there as well. I was so grateful that I had seen these kiddos grow up, I was so grateful that I was still a part of their lives, and I'm so, so grateful for these friends that have become family.
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