St. George

Last month we went to St. George with our friends, the Broadbent's. We met Dave and Jill when we lived in Holladay, when Jeff was in grad school and Jeffrey was just a baby. We lived in the same apartment complex, across the hallway from each other. Dave and Jill were newlyweds, Jeff and I were new parents. They became some of our best friends. And they loved Jeffrey like he was their own. Jeffrey fell asleep on Dave's lap during sacrament meeting every Sunday. He put teeth marks in their coffee table and knocked on their door every chance he got. The five of us went everywhere together. Those are some of my favorite memories. Living in the apartments, having friends we loved, my Jeffrey as a little babe. And being with Dave and Jill again brought it all back, all those good times. We don't see each other as often as we would like to. And our numbers have doubled over the years. But being together again, remembering all the good times we shared, was so nice. And making new memories with these friends we love felt kind of like coming home again. Such a great weekend.