Of course

Of course, a drive from NJ to PA after the Christmas season would never occur without swinging through my favorite rest stop:

Baxter Land.

A year since our last meeting, boys were far taller, and maturity was rampant.  Because it's a matter of course, however, these new developments did not keep us from card games and their killing me at Guitar Hero.  [At Guitar Hero, I am the worst.]

I met the new pup,

sweet and cuddly.

And, of course,

we had ourselves a dinner making extravaganza,

 a commitment we have made to the point where poor Brent

 was sacrificed to the freezing cold.

And though threats of bad weather cut our weekend short, of course these dear friends and I treasured each moment of our being together, once again.