I'm the oldest of three girls. Somewhere between the arguments over our Barbie's Ken doll boyfriends and sharing clothes, and rolling our eyes at our parents, and that one time we had to carry Tasha from the woods in a soaking wet snowsuit because she fell in the pond - we became best friends. On the baby's 18th birthday, the three of us went and got matching tattoos of the letters "scf" in which we end emails, and decorate picture frames, and Kayla gets sewn into summer purses for us. It means 'sisters come first.'
And for the past four years, we've set aside one weekend out of the year that just us get together and spend scf time together. This year we got to invite Gemma since she's a sister now. scf - the new generation. Our mumma came along too (to celebrate and babysit - thanks Mum!) as she has her own rightful place at scf weekend, considering she is a co-founder :)
Scf weekend was located in Pittsburgh this year and we spent Friday evening chowing on pizza, drinking wine, and finishing each other's sentences. Oh, and loving on Gemmi.
On Saturday, we had a shopping spree and some lounging before the three sisters headed out to the LadyAntebellum/DariusRucker/ThompsonSquare concert. To spare you the details, lets just say each of the 'Adams girls' our super friendly, slightly obnoxious, and wild in our own right...and then three of us get together and I'm pretty sure we look like some kind of strange giggling tornado of dance moves ready to gobble up innocent bystanders without warning.
In short, the concert was a great time, the music was good, the beers were big, we were witness tot he brightest double rainbow I've ever seen, we attempted to guess a strangers name (like out of all the names on the earth), we ambush-slow danced some old guys, we randomly found ourselves in possession of backstage passes and laughed until our stomachs ached (or until we peed our pants a little bit...whatever). So it was a typical scf weekend, quite honestly.
We safely navigated our way home and spent Sunday recovering and laughing about the ridiculousness of the three of us combined. Gemmi and I sent a pic text home to our boys to let them know we were missing them too, but having fun.
Welcome to the club, Gemmi Rose.