Pick Right Back Up

Our husbands were dental school buddies. 

They were sort of forced into friendship because they had some key things in common. 

1. Both old as crap, in comparison to all the other freaking babies in their dental school class

2. Both LDS, and old as crap. The only other LDS classmates were just home from their missions because they were just freaking babies

3. Both dads of multiple kids, because they each were old enough to have more than one kid

Because of their forced friendship, the friendship of us wives was natural.

And then our babes' friendship was inevitable.
We had kids similar in age and they got along well. Like really well. Plus their kids weren't little stinkers, bonus. (Can't say the same for mine.)

And this weekend, it was just like the good old days. We were able to pick right back up where we left off 2 & 1/2 years ago. 

Husbands, good buddies.
Kids, best buddies.
Wives, just the best of the best.

Staircase to Heaven

This post is not to be confused with the Led Zeppelin song, "Stairway to Heaven."

Because in reading the lyrics, even though I've heard the song a bunch of times, I have to be honest. I had no idea what the crap Mr. Page or Mr. Plant were even talking about. I had to research it's meaning online.

The song speaks of a woman acquiring much wealth, only to find that she truly couldn't find happiness or her way into heaven.

But unlike the song, when you are on this trail, one could easily find little pieces of heaven, without spending any money. Little miracles of beauty and life. Little ways to see how amazing our Heavenly Father and His son are for giving us this Earth. And imagine what it must be like as we take the Staircase to Heaven.

We stopped in a little town before Staircase and had some fun too.