High school seems eons away from me these days – and yet, just the blink of an eye so close. I have found that as we grow older, our memories of youth grow golden with age, and are joyful fodder for nostalgic natures.
So, when a group of us who hung out together for four years at our small high school some thirty years ago recently re-united this past year on Facebook, our constant “we’ll have to get together sometime” suggestions actually, finally, turned into a concrete date and time.
Sunday brunch at 11am this past weekend.
I went to early church service and then walked across the street to the popular local restaurant where we’d planned our reunion adventure. Hugs and smiles all around! And, of course, we hadn’t changed a bit!
The girls always age more gracefully, we decided, then the boys do.
Catching up on our lives, marriages, children, careers; on who knew what about other former classmates and wondering where so and so was now; condolences in the face of lost and ill parents – feeling a pang in our hearts as we considered that three of our classmates are no longer with us . . .
Laughter – remembering when, revealing secrets – such diverse roads our life adventures had taken us! And, for me, always a delight – sharing the story of how the Lord lifted me from dark places into His glorious light.
Tripping down Memory Lane with old friends from youth . . . simply a pleasure . . .
Sharing this Simple Pleasure with Dayle at A Collection of This and That.