I am the one holding the gavel in the above photo. If you read my Facebook page you know that my high school reunion was last week. I graduated from high school years ago, 50 to be exact. I had a great time in high school. I was involved in many things and had a really close group of friends. Therefore, I have wonderful memories of that time of my life.
Much has happened to me since then. I got married young, had three children, moved many times including to Europe and back. My first marriage was filled with adventure, risks and experiences that I never thought would be part of my life. Sadly that marriage ended after 28 years.
Single, more moves and more adventures came my way. I opened a business with my son that generated a few related side businesses, lots of travel, closeness to family and many new friends. I enjoyed it all.
Then along came John. We had grown up together, dated off and on in school and then did not see each other for decades. Eight years ago we married. John is a great husband, super friend and excellent partner in all things. It was easy to get together with John. We had our childhood and teenage years in common. We remember the same events, teachers, friends, dances, hangouts. We share the mountains, the beaches and the parks of our young years. We were brought up with the same education and values. It is a special relationship and I thought it unique.
With Facebook, the time leading up to the reunion was filled with messages, photos and conversations between people I had not been in contact with other than a chance get together and the annual Christmas cards.There have been long phone calls. It is interesting that we feel so comfortable with each other and it feels as if no time has gone by. It must be that connections made during those angst filled formative years are firmly entrenched. It is a great feeling and really fills the heart.
How did John and I enjoy our reunion, you ask. We enjoyed it vicariously. My high school friend, Judy, enlarged our photos from the yearbook and took us along.
Here I am with my posse: Carol, Judy, Kathy and Laurel, all of whom I considered my best friends when I was growing up.
Allyson is visiting with both John and me.
John and I think maybe our photos had more fun than we might have after hearing the stories from the reunion. I hear that the consensus was that we were the only ones at the table who had not changed.