They grew up together one week at time.
At Campus By Sea.
What I mean by that is this: our two families met at this family camp in 1987.
We'd never known each other.
Until we were stuck in the camp's kitchen cleaning cups and dishes.
(Doing this as an "opportunity to serve" - and pretending that we loved it... ha)
We hit it off and didn't have to pretend something wonderful that took root and bloomed: we soon loved each others family as though they were our own.
For in many ways they are.
27 summers ago and almost each summer since.
So recently we stopped by their home in Merced on our way down to Catalina Island and enjoyed time.
And were introduced to another one of the Price men: Jack, age 1 year old.
Though Byron was not with us, we had to take a pic of the "guys".
My oldest son Nate loved Derek; and the love was reciprocated. So much so, that Derek's grief over Nate's death continues to deeply touch him, even as he holds his beautiful baby boy.
Meg and Byron , though miles apart from each other shared the same wedding day and year.
Colin and Andrew are as close as two cousins who live down the lane from one another on the information super highway.
John and his bride, Ellen, love Susan and me, unconditionally.
And years go by.
How sweet. How tender it is to see the Price men grow older and their numbers increase.
As friends and family should.
Even if the intensity of the visits are but once (or twice) a year.
Love has no arms on its clock, I have learned.