Sometimes a lot happens.
In say, twenty years.
Hair changes color. Or length. Or gives up the ghost.
Bodies shrink. Or expand. Or really expand.
Marriages survive into the double digits.
or they don’t.
Years of change.
Which has made us–collectively– braver, funnier, wiser, healthier, more loving, better forgivers.
Better people. My heart believes this.
People who can laugh at our younger selves. People who can hug acquaintances like friends. Because we are.
And so Saturday night. At the Columbia Valley Brewery in Wenatchee…
we celebrated our 20 yr. class reunion from Wenatchee High School.
Can you find me?
Sometimes it took the help of a yearbook to set the brain straight.
And sometimes it took more than a yearbook to explain to people like Darren Ravassipour that I no longer had curly hair because I no longer had a perm.
Um. (looking around)
Maybe the greatest part about getting together, though, is that the smiles are genuine. They come from somewhere inside.
I think with these two–Jenny and April–we’re celebrating our 30 year. From second grade.
It was a single day. To catch up, to absorb, to remember, to laugh from the belly, to yell over the din at a hundred people–one at a time–where we live and how many kids we have.
I say we seized the day.
**The first four pics are from my friend Cory T. Thanks, Cory.