high school reunion

(written on Monday evening)

We’re officially offline now. I’d like to say that I finally got around to calling the internet company and letting them know they’d forgotten to disconnect our line, but really I never got around to doing that, so they must have figured it out on their own. It’s nice to be disconnected, except when I have something legitimate to do online like pay bills or write to somebody. Or catch up on blogs.

Our ten-year high school reunion was this weekend. Keith and I graduated in the same class, and we live in the town where we went to high school, so of course we went. So interesting. Lots to process still. Growing up in this small town that means you often know a person’s entire history, good and bad, as well as who their relatives are and what their grades were and blah blah blah. We knew what a lot of our classmates have been up to through the years, but there were many who we simply hadn’t thought about and it was actually really cool to meet up with them... particularly those who I would say didn’t really “fit” in the high school scene... and see them doing well at life. Or at least as well as you can tell in five or ten minutes of conversation. They’ve grown up and joined the military for several years and came out as mature young men who now have sweet wives and a couple of kids. Or they went to college and played a few sports and now have meaningful jobs and know about world happenings and are married with a baby on the way. That kind of thing was just really cool.

The surprising thing, although maybe it shouldn’t have been, was how much some people haven’t grown up. Not to get too into it... I’ve already been debriefing with Keith and Lola about it... but... those who were partying in high school and who always had a boyfriend, somewhat to my envy, are still partying and going from boyfriend to boyfriend, somewhat to my surprise and sorrow. And maybe to theirs. And I know that it’s only been ten years, and that our generation is all about figuring themselves out all through their twenties, and I think some of them just need time to figure out what matters in life. But I guess despite having gone with the fear that they’d all notice my extra pounds, I came away feeling like satisfied with where I’m at, and feeling grateful all over again for how my last ten years have gone. God has directed and blessed and I’ve had many adventures and now here I am with the best husband ever and the sweetest kids and I love my life. Didn’t exactly show up to the dinner and dance driving a new sports car and sporting the best hair or dance moves, but I love my life. I am really thankful for the direction it has taken, and I know that it wasn’t by chance that it has gone this way.

We came home Saturday night from the last part of the reunion to a sick Abraham. He’d been a bit sick for a day or two but we didn’t really know how sick until all the rest of us came down with it on Sunday. Yikes. So yesterday afternoon and last night saw Abraham doing better but all the rest of us puking and miserable. Keith was too sick to work today, so he stayed home for the first time since taking this job, meaning he was really sick because in the logging business, I’m pretty sure they want him to be driving even if he is puking. But he called in sick anyway. And we all laid around and slept and tried to eat and thought about how nice it would be to not be sick. Yesterday we missed a barbecue with our small group friends at my favorite place to swim... and today I missed getting to spend the day with Lola, who is here from Nova Scotia and leaves tomorrow... and tomorrow I will miss getting to have a picnic and go swimming with Morgan and Gavin. Boo! I am really not appreciating this whole sickness thing.