Every first weekend in December for the past 10 years a group of us has gone away together to catch up and to reflect on the past year. It is a weekend that all of us hold sacred. It started off with us just all saying in one house to now having more kids than adults that there is no way we could fit into one hose let alone two. So now most of us are now camping.
So with this previous weekend being the first weekend in December we headed down to a lovely farm 2 hours south of Brisbane. It rained and rained but we still caught up, the kids still played, everyone still crowded into the sauna and we still had the thrill of riding on the back of the ute.
It is nice to have this history and that my kids are growing up with this yearly tradition.