|Fabulous dinner, fabulous company|
The overnight tradition started last year, on Mother's Day weekend. There were six of us then (the other two are now abroad). We figured we deserved to take a break from our domestic responsibilities, catch up on each other's lives, and enjoy many laughs like we were still teenagers.
Our barkada's name is Teen Petite. Certainly we're not in our teens and the pictures will tell you we're far from petite, either.
|These girls surprised me at my then-in laws' house for Bea's first birthday.|
(Tummy would have joined us...but she died nearly five years ago from a decades-old heart illness. She was neither married or a mother.)
|Buffet breakfast at Strands|
And so we ate and talked and laughed and gave advice and ate and I worked and slept and went swimming and took pictures and ate and went back to our respective homes happy and energized.
I look forward to the next time.