Just the smell of Jamie Brinton's house can whisk me back to yesteryear. Thank goodness those walls don't talk. (not for me, of course, just everyone else!) I spent a large chunk of my teenage years at the Brintons, and I don't think I ever envisioned the day when I would be taking my own four kids there to play.
Thankfully, however, our friendships have endured the test of time and we were back there again this weekend. This time as mothers instead of crazy teenagers-- beautiful thing to see.
Jamie was in town for the week with her three sons. So, Sarah brought over her three boys and I brought my four kids. The older ones had a great time sliding down the super-tall slide and riding the zip line over the pool.
