That first year we started what would become an annual tradition of going away for a weekend together and took a ferry to a cottage on one of BC’s Gulf Islands. In the years following, we'd rent a vacation home at a nearby lake. We’d bring food enough for an army and lots of wine and videos, though usually it took us most of the weekend to figure out the VCR or DVD player. Like our Monday nights, those weekends were mostly about being together. We’d stitch, or go for walks, or read, or do puzzles. If the sun was shining, we’d sit out on the deck and relax. If there was a quilt shop nearby, we’d go shopping.
We are all now 10 years older from when we first formed our group. Our memories are not as reliable as they were back then but we still have many that we talk and laugh about and we continue to make more whenever we're together. Laura may not have been with us in physical form this year, but she was very much a part of our weekend and she will always be a part of our group.
Thank you Laura, and my dear quilting friends for being such a wonderful part of my life.