“Today was perfect,” I wrote in my journal late last night.
In the late hours of the afternoon, we opened the sliding glass doors that lead to the backyard, fired up the grill, and turned up Abba. It felt like summertime, with burgers and hot dogs grilling, chips, coleslaw, baked beans, and fresh squeezed lemonade.
When the food was eaten, we took pictures for our HUG Spring ‘12 poster that will soon hang in the staircase at the Artemis along with countless others. Then, it was time for s’mores!
When the sun finally set a soccer game broke out in the backyard, and then that turned into a dance floor. I stood back, wrapped in a fleece blanket, and watched my group. It was like a cheesy scene from a movie—music, people dancing, everyone laughing.
Emily came and gave me a hug, then turned to watch with me.
“This is great, isn’t it?” she asked, and I nodded.
“Man, I love our group.”
Then we jumped into the (freezing cold) pool for a night swim and now I’m sick as a dog.
Was it worth it?