Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way.
-- except it was more like 2,880 minutes.
My dad was my date, Sara my twin, the Reed's a second family, and I the chauffeur for Kenken and Jess. It was a nearly perfect summer weekend, combining cake batter, boating, bonfires and s'mores.
Now if only I had gotten up while water skiing (goshdangit, why is it so hard for me?!) I would honestly have to say that I just had the best weekend of the summer. The weekend where we all felt young because everything was sunny and carefree - all in the most memorable and best kind of way.