The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2

Sometimes I like to think that the pants got lost on purpose... that this was their final gift to us... bringing us back together... back to a place of forgiveness and love... and an understanding that what we shared was all the magic we could ever need. And as we spent those last few moments of summer... looking out at the blending of sea and sky... I realized it was a color I knew very well: The softly faded essential blue... of a well-worn pair of pants.