The best kind of reunion

So I told you a while ago that I didn't go to my 10 year high school reunion, but afterwards had heard from my best friend from 2nd grade, wondering why I hadn't gone. She and I went out last night, and she hauled around our yearbook, and the booklet from the reunion detailing what has happened in everyone's lives. I haven't laughed that hard in a really long time. She had the funniest stories about the reunion, and I was so entertained by the many marriages, divorces, and hordes of children that my classmates have sworn their lives over to. Also, because we were hanging out at a bar after the restaurant closed that was in the vicinity of our old high school, the yearbook got us offered a free round of drinks from some guys younger than us who had also gone to our high school. I never thought I'd see the day when that yearbook would pay itself back in shots.

But mostly, I just had a great time catching up with an old friend. I had forgotten how much fun we had together, all those years ago. We started talking about our lives as 9-year-olds, and reminiscing about our funny moments (me kissing the hottest guy in our class on the cheek in front of everyone in 5th grade...we still don't know why, except for the fact that I had a massive crush on him, but it was a fabulous memory. Her lying to me and telling me that she was making out with another guy in our class all the time, when she was really doing nothing of the sort. Ah, how true then, how true today...all of our best stories start with guys!!)

There is value in old relationships, in people that have known you when you were awkward and unknown. There is a certain truth that rings loudly when someone who has known you since you were 6 years old and hasn't seen you in almost 9 years tells you right out that you have spent your whole life making other people happy, and its about time you started figuring out how to make yourself happy. And there is a comfort in knowing that the paths that we take may diverge for a while, and you may not speak for close to a decade, but that life will come back around, and God will reintroduce you when you both really need it.

God, and life, is funny like that. It was the best kind of reunion, and really, the only one I needed.