the islanders.

Everyone should have friends like these people.

Everyone.

They live on an island.

They have Bocce ball.

Their kids are unbelievably cool.

They make amazing salsa.

They have a refrigerator full of beer.

(not anymore).

They have a 5 year old that can make coffee.

They have a dog run.

They have a ridiculous amount of Lego's.

They have starfish decor on top of the guest towels.

They know the owner of the donut shop.

They have the most comfortable guest bed known to man.

And they are no fuss.

Ever.

Nothing over the top, or too fancy, or all 'pintristy'.

Just them.

And us.

These people.

They're just plain good.

Perfectly sums up how we felt the next morning.

it's all over.

So I think this may be the end of the road for Hads and her gymnastics career.

Because the other kids are getting so good…and well...she isn't.

But man, if she was judged on attitude and confidence.

She'd get a perfect 10 every time.

We'll see if she remembers to ask me to sign her up again.

Cross your fingers she doesn't.

I love ya kid…but you weren't built to be a gymnast.

You're about 42 inches too tall.

Among some other things.