While it was a quick Friday to Tuesday trip, and the Race for Hope the primary objective, I managed to bounce around and accomplish quite a bit. <pats self on back>

The hardest thing of having moved across the country aside from being so far from family has been being so far from my closest friends. They’re all pretty much married now and popping out kids, and I struggle to even keep up with the names of all the little ones.

When I put out a feeler for a place to stay for the weekend, I was very grateful to receive a number of offers and went with the one that was easiest to accommodate. While I had met my college roommate’s oldest daughter many years ago, she was a shy peaut and we didn’t really connect. In the meantime, a pair of twin girls came along and she opened up a bit. It was an absolute blast being playing jungle gym for the weekend and catching up.

Following the race, I boarded a plane down to Norfolk to meet up with my littlest new friend in Virginia Beach, a three week old little dude. It was a short, sweet, and appropriately long visit. For being so fresh to parenting, my friends are absolutely killing it; we went out to dinner twice (once without him!), a brewery, and even a three mile walk to brunch. He stayed cool as a cucumber, and while I’m not sure he’s even capable of it yet, I swear he threw me a smile.

Good times. Virginia, I miss you don’t miss you.