Montana Jones

Celebration

The champagne cork popped and the room erupted with cheers. We had squeezed nine people into the small room and everyone was laughing and smiling while crowding into each other and squeezing onto the couch. The bottle was only enough for a swallow in everyone's plastic cup but more than enough for rounds of toasts.

Here is to our summer and to our selves. Here's to our leaders, to D_ and K_ and here's to you Montana Jones. Here is to the hard work we have done and here is to the people that have helped us and to the people we have helped. And here is to the spouses that we left behind who are welcoming us back again. And here is to B_ and P_ for the way they braved the snow, we shall never doubt them again. And here, once again, is to us.

The laughter was hearty, heartfelt, and filled the air so thick with joy that we gasped for breath and held our sides and laughed some more. No one cared that there were not enough chairs or that most people here were rain damp, sweaty and unbathed. It was the laughter of people that have lived together and pulled together and worked hard, and now the hard work was done. It was an impromptu party, a mighty group hug, one last comfortable moment before we spread to our separate horizons and moved on.

Posted by: Montana Jones / 6:38 AM