Over the weekend I gathered with 11 of my closest friends from high school to definitively answer the age-old question so poetically posed by Boyz II Men in the nineties: How do we say goodbye to yesterday? Our answer was a unified and resounding "We don't!" Take that passage of time! We refuse!
One of the beauties of growing up in a small town is that you can have the same friends forever. We didn't have multiple junior high schools that fed into different high schools. We had one elementary school, one INTERMEDIATE school, one junior high and one high school. We've known each other forever.
We've of course kept in touch over the years post high school....dinners here and there when people are in town...emails and phone calls...but until now a get-together of this magnitude had only been a dream. And let me tell you, the reality did NOT disappoint.
We caught up. We reminisced. We stayed up until 4 a.m. and only went to sleep because we knew our 29 year-old selves knew it was the right thing to do. We remembered similarities, realized differences and gave and received the magical acceptance and "knowing" that only comes from those who are a part of your past. We laughed so hard we cried...and sometimes we just plain cried. We seemed to pick up right where we had left off and quickly remembered why we have always been and will always be friends. It...was...Wonderful. Epic. Amazing. So good. So blessed. So grateful.
Much love to you all and a huge thanks to everyone for making the sleepover of the decade a total success!
PS As an added bonus I got to see these beautiful kiddos and see my cute mom who came to Boise to help out with the wee ones and make it possible for us all to bunk at Marie's house. A big thanks to you Mamacita and Marie!
