IMG_4239I just got back from a few days away with two of my very best girlfriends.  Our friend who hosted us, spent the summers of her youth at Eagles Mere.  It is a beautiful spot on a lake in Pennsylvania.  It is quaint and charming and full of tradition.  Her parents met there….they have had a family home there for years. This is just a part of who she is….where she grew up.  We were so delighted to be able to see this wonderful place through her eyes.  It was fun to meet her friends from years ago when she was a much younger woman. It sort of reminded me of the place where “Dirty Dancing” was filmed.

We have all been friends for more than 20 years.  We spent New Years Eve together in 1999 with our children, just in case the dreaded Y2K happened….what was that anyway? We have watched our children grow up, go off to college, get married and have children or there own.  We have celebrated “big” birthdays and anniversaries…  have prayed together, cried together and held each other up when times got tough.

My summer traditions were more centered around family reunions, Vacation Bible School, church camp and weeks at my grandparents.  I am the oldest of 38 cousins on my dad’s side, so those family reunions were really a time to reconnect with the people who love you just because you are one of them!  A week “vacation” at my grandparents was a summer highlight as well.

As we go through our daily lives, it is good to step off once in awhile and remember “whose” we are, where we come from, what those people and places that were part of our lives mean to who we are today.  Hopefully, you all will have some time to enjoy your traditions and reflect on summers long past.

Enjoy the dog days of summer!






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