We held a bonfire party last night. It was a beautiful night, an almost full moon, a toasty fire, good food and even better friends.
We laughed, we talked and laughed some more. The comment I heard the most this morning was "my cheeks hurt". That's the sign you had a good time!
We sipped on pink bikinis and love and peace:
Everyone pitched in with the food and drinks. We had quite the spread, from fruit and veggie trays to jalepeno boats, chocolate pie, pasta salad, lucky salsa, banana boats and s'mores.
After everyone left, Mike and I sat alone by the fire. We shared thoughts about our jobs, our society, the Bible, and our future family.
His sentiment "And then there were two", brought a quick tear to my eye, as it was a modified version of one he shares with his army buddies, "The Triad", as they call themselves.
It was a fitting end to a magical night.
And it all happened underneath the Pennsylvania moon. (which strangely enough, when you're with the right people feels just like home)