Slumber Party!

So my good friend Tracy managed to stop by Virginia and visit, so that was AMAZING!!!

She and her family had gone on a cruise, and on their drive back to Wisconsin, they stopped for the night in Wytheville, Virginia.  Sarah drove the two hours there to pick up Tracy, leaving Joe to drive their family the rest of the way home.  We met up for lunch (along with another former Manassas-ian, Jacquie Giboney (except she's been divorced and remarried and that is definitely NOT her last name any more, but I can't remember what it is, and anyone reading this blog will recognize her other name anyway)) at Mi Rancho in Fishersville and spent HOURS catching up, which was the best thing ever.  I only managed to drag myself away because I'd promised Craig that I would make it to our ward game night.

But then on Sunday, after the youth fireside was all wrapped up, I headed back to Fishersville, this time to Sarah's mom's house (that's Christine, who I served in the Stake Relief Society presidency with!).  She graciously let us spend the night in their upstairs bedrooms, so we could have a night with NO KIDS.  Can you even imagine-- not one single person interrupting us, for a whole night!!!

We had snacks, we had jammies, and we had no hard deadlines for the next morning.  YES, we stayed up until 3:30 in the morning gabbing away!  YES, we had so many snacks I just about made myself sick.  And YES we slept until 11:30 the next morning and Sarah braided our hair after we'd showered.  It was so much better than ANY slumber party I ever went to when I was a kid!  There's just something so wonderful about talking nonstop with the people who know you best and know all the worst things you've ever been through and love you anyway.

Once we were finally dressed and slightly presentable, we visited Sarah's baby brother's grave.  What we really wanted to do was visit Logan's grave, Tracy's baby who died of SIDS in 2010.  (I didn't blog about it ever because I was a coward.  But it is still one of the saddest things I've ever gone through.)  We really didn't have time to make the two-hour drive up to Manassas, and we figured Logan would understand the sentiment.  We shed some tears for Logan and Brady (and my own brother who died in infancy, Patrick Rex) and for the hard things people go through in this life.  And once we'd said all we needed to, we headed to Charlottesville.  

Another extremely leisurely lunch, this time at Torchy's, and this time with Craig joining us for an hour of gossip and queso.  And then, just to really round out our 24 hours of gluttony, we got Crumbl Cookie and sat swapping bites until it was time to get Tracy to the airport.  

There's just something about friends who were in the trenches of babies and toddlers with you, you know?  I love my Charlottesville friends, but these two ladies will always be my ride or die!