A definition of pining is to suffer a mental and physical decline, esp. because of a broken heart.  We just returned from a weekend in the beautiful Poconos Mountains with some very close friends, and because one of those families is about to leave us all, and because we’re a few months behind them, and because this is one of my favorite places ever, there was some pining going on in Pocono Pines, Pennsylvania.  But  just like with everything, there was also a lot of laughter.  Huck had between 3-5 friends to play with at all times, which meant we hardly saw him for 4 days.  There was foosball, darts, Scrabble, ping pong, air hockey, piano singalongs, guitar singalongs, and a fire pole to climb.  There was snow tubing, sledding, and walks across the frozen lake we’d played in just last summer.  We were proud to be amongst the few who took part in the official inaugural of the Man Cave, and of course we spent lots of time admiring various fires.

Plans were hatched for future visits to the winter Poconos, and though this means airplane tickets I must believe we will make it happen!  Otherwise my heart might actually break.

Snow Tubing!