I am completely and unashamedly biased. I love old friends. By old I don't mean aged and decrepid, but the ones that I have a history with. I feel like I am making some good friends here, but it takes time. There is a level of comfort with people I've known longer that is so sweet and peaceful. Of course it's not just time that creates friendship. I am repeatedly blown away by how blessed I've been to have such quality people that somehow feel like I'm loveable and worth an investment of their time (even when I sometime can't even feel that way about myself). James and Erin Henderson are such good people. They are thoughtful, generous and kind beyond what one could ever ask or imagine a friend to be. We are so lucky to call them friends.
We met them halfway between Lubbock and Santa Barbara and camped out in Flagstaff. We had a great time in spite of rainy nights. The kids enjoyed eachothers company and I feel full once again with thankfulness.
Here are some pictures during our trip.
