It always takes so long to get here, and always goes by in a blink. The Cowgirls' annual Possum Kingdom lake weekend, was by all accounts, a bit more successful than last year's.

I didn't wreck the boat into the dock.
I didn't run the boat over a dock cable that got sucked up into the prop requiring substantial repairs.
I didn't fling the girls out of the tube so quickly that one gave another a big bruise on her forehead.
I put worms on hooks. And removed the remains of worms that the fish turned down.
I took a crappie off the hook and only screamed a little while he flopped around.
I learned what a kill switch is and why it's required for boat operation.

This list is beginning to feel like it's all about me.

But it's really all about these girls. They mean the world to me and I am so grateful we can find this time to spend together each summer -- relaxing, cooking, inventing cocktails, floating on the boat or off the dock, looking up at the stars together and solving all of the world's problems. We never seem to run out of conversation, laughs, hugs or good-natured eye rolls. I think it's rare to find such a group of friends that are always supportive, never judgemental, and ever-willing to tell it like it is when that's what you need to hear.