Four nights of fun whiz by in a split second. This year they went by themselves. We dropped them at a designated location and picked-up everyone at the same spot. There was a rotating group that ended up in the car. The girls were always asking if we could take a friend home. Of course we said yes.
As the planning and driving and changed plans started to wear on us, I reminded Daddy that we only had one more year of driving. They wouldn't need us soon, so we needed to enjoy this time while we had it. I liked picking up the girls and their friends. They were always so chatty, filled with stories and teen angst. I hope when they think of these days, they remember the laughter and stories and know that these moments are how childhood memories become family stories.
Our annual Friendship Festival marks summer's social high point. The girls make plans for days with friends. They plan outfits, back-up outfits and back-up, back-up outfits. They make arrangements to meet friends, gossip about boys who might attend and plot their ride priorities.