We never get the exact date right, which always cracks us up, but somewhere in the neighborhood of 10-11 years ago, Stephen and I invited 4 other couples to join us for dinner on the first Friday of every month. We knew some of the couples better than others, two of the women had gone to high school with me and the other two went to our church and lived in our neighborhood. I think it is fair to say for all of us that we had no idea what "Grub Club" would come to be in so many of our lives and the lives of our children.

At first couples would miss a month without too much thought, as life is so full, and suddenly we found that we were all changing our schedules to attempt to be in town for the grub club weekends. I'd love to say more so this blog will be continued, but I write about it today because tonight was our return to the table in a new way. Although in the last five years we have continued to prioritize breaking bread and playing with this group at least once a year, we really missed the monthly gatherings. What came into clear view once we were separated (why does that always happen?) was that these amazing couples are one of the most generous & unique gifts God has given to us in our lives. It was pretty surreal to return to the table with these folks and know we can come back again next month, heck, we can be back on the schedule to host. So, I'm all sorts of tired but I go to bed surprised and delighted by the welcome and open arms to our families return to these precious families. (miss you MUCHO fergs).