I’ve reached that point in my life - where my friends are spread out across the country, pursuing their dreams, figuring out life, growing up. Crazy to think that seven years ago, we were all at the same school coming from all ends of the country, pursuing our dreams, figuring out life, and (pretending to) growing up. There is a group of three friends: Scott, Jordan, and myself. We’ve been friends since ‘05. Our friendships have gone up and down, we’ve seen friends come and go, yet we’ve always remained very close. There was the JJAMS era (this group of guys…and the group of girls that hung out with the guys - such a crazy time), the party phase (didn’t last long for me) the PMA era (which pretty much all of my college guy friends are in that fraternity), the Brushfire Nation era….and many other eras in between. Yet we still remain good friends. We noticed this trend a few years back. Now we’re all out of undergrad - I’m a teacher, Jordan is pursuing his Masters in Chicago, and Scott is headed back to Seattle. We’re growing up and moving on. It’s weird. I miss us sitting on the porch and making music for hours on end. I miss us watching Planet Earth and cracking up hysterically. I miss the witty and intelligent banter between us. I miss going to shows with them. I miss hearing Jordan’s ridiculous stories. I miss it all. I’m proud of these guys. I’ve seen them grow up (a lot) and I’m excited to see what God has for them. There will always be open-ended invitations to visit. These guys will be Uncle Scott and Uncle Jordan to my kids.