Old Friends

Today I’d like to speak about old friends. I don’t mean friends that are old, but rather, friends that we have known for what seems like forever. Some of our best friends are friends that we have had for years. Why am I speaking on this topic? That is a good question. I suppose I owe all of you an explanation.

Well, a couple weeks ago, I went on vacation for a week and went home to visit family and friends. Yes, that’s right; I haven’t actually been on vacation all summer. My summer days have been spent working, sweating, and slaving. Anyways… back to my story. While home, I was able to see many old friends that I haven’t seen in a long time. This was a very exciting time. I was able to reunite with many long lost friends. One of these friends lives in the Phoenix area so I took a day to go and visit. We had a grand old time, reliving memories, singing, making tie-dye shirts, and anything else we could think of to entertain ourselves. I probably would’ve taught this friend (who, by the way, is my personal bodyguard) the Rubik’s Cube, but we lacked the time and also said Rubik’s Cube. So that will have to wait for another time. Needless to say, there was much rejoicing.

Yay...

Needless to say, being home and seeing old friends filled me with nostalgia. I relived many good memories and greatly enjoyed my time there. But like many (but not all) good things, my time back home came to an end. My last morning, Katie (my bodyguard) offered to give me a ride to the airport. I accepted, and off we went to the airport. A short while into our venture, we approached a giant storm.



Now, I have to pause here, because when I say a giant storm, you have to understand that we were in Arizona... in the middle of summer... in the middle of monsoon season. The cloud literally just opened and buckets of water were falling on us as we drove. The best part (in my opinion, my bodyguard may disagree) was the thunder and lightning. It was beautiful and I LOVED it. There’s just something about those storms that I love. And when I say love, I mean it. I probably love those storms as much as I’ll love parenthood. Seriously. I love thunderstorms as much as I love babies. I love thunderstorms almost as much as I love THESE babies:



This guy’s a little more intense than the others…



So, to sum things up. Friends are awesome. That’s all I’m really trying to say here. So treasure them and don’t lose them. Keep them close, like your blankey.

Jeff Yeager

Mr. President. Also, break dancer. Also, leader of the baby rebellion.