For the last thirty years, Skip and I have been together and we’ve really enjoyed each other’s company. On weekends, we tooled around, walking hand-in-hand most of the time.

So, last month, when I saw Skip and Pete walking down our friends’ dock together, I had a surprising stab of jealousy.  A mere few weeks earlier, I would have been where Pete is now walking.  Then I laughed.

How special to watch Skip and Pete “hang out” together.  They create their own private moments, just being together for the pure fun of it.  Two guys, doing their thing. And as soon as Pete and Skip and I figure out how to walk, all three of us together, we will have some of those moments, also.