I think this is the 6th year for Adult Weekend at Lake Gaston. There are four couples and me who diss our kids for about 36 hours just to spend time together. It’s a bit Big Chillish – minus the funeral.
We typically water and jet ski, tube and surf. This year, however, we primarily talked; we had a lot of catching up to do. We don’t see each other like we used to. Although our kids initially brought us together, they’re all moving in different directions. It just makes it harder to connect quite as often.
Each lake season seems to bring less watersport and more mouth movement. Only two fo us tubed this year and after only five minutes, we’d about had enough.
“Jon’s gonna jerk my back out if he doesn’t slow down.”
“He’s clearly trying to kill us.”
At one point four out of the five men were asleep in lawn chairs on the dock. The women looking on, lamenting their future.
It’s sort of pathetic.
But these friendships run deep. They aren’t built on frequency of visits nor are they reliant on our children’s schedules or desire to hang out with us. Nah, we’re past that.
We’re not the same politically; we all go to different churches; our career interests are varied.
Sometimes two or three of us get together without the others, and that’s okay too. Typically one has run into another and the communicate chain continues.
Our love and connection runs deep. They’re the first ones you call if you have something too big to handle on your own. You know they’ll come through – even if it’s not Lake Gaston time.
I’m fortunate to have this group – they’ve stood by me through some difficult days. My hope is that everyone has their go to’s – the tried and true, the ones who’ll stand by you even if it’s not the easy thing to do.
It takes work and commitment to grow these connections, but the payoff is incredible.