We had cookout plans with friends on Sunday afternoon. An hour before we were supposed to gather, the skies darkened and the rain began to fall. Happily, the plans shifted and Shay, Scott and I ended up eating burgers and hot dogs at Jamie and Scott’s.

We spent the evening around their dining room table, talking about their soon to expand family (child #2 is due on Friday), tv shows from the eighties and the length of time we’ve all known one another. Ivy serenaded us like youngest child in The Sound of Music as she scooted up the stairs to bed.

It was a good night.