Old Friends

While we were home last week, we made a point to drive up and visit some friends. Trent and Robert were the best of friends in college. Shortly after Robert and I met, Paige and Trent got together. Our girls were born three months apart and both named Hannah Elizabeth, but it has been about eight years since we spent time together.

The promise of meeting Mr Trent's cows was enough to intrigue the kids for the hour drive out to the property. Rolling down the dusty drive, I caught a glimpse of Paige as she came around the back of the house with baby Abigail in tow. She is still the beautiful and gracious girl I knew ten years ago. Trent still has the same sincere laugh, the kind that comes from deep down. Our brood poured out of the car anxious to meet their brood. We took a moment to gaze in awe at the two families that God has created. Their six plus our four made for an amazing sight.

Trent offered to take us on a tour of the property. As we climbed into the Suburban, ten children managed to find places to squeeze into the back. We rolled through pastures and herded cows into neighboring fields. We watched wild turkeys scurry across the hill. And we walked along rows of blueberry bushes listening to the soft hum of bees.

After lunch, the children found entertainment rolling up and down the driveway on the "gator". I love the comfort that comes from falling into a natural rhythm with old friends.