When I came home for my 20 year high school reunion several weeks ago, it was definitely a highlight of my summer. Unfortunately, there were quite a few of my closest friends who didn't make it to the Reunion, for reasons that ranged from totally legit to totally lame. In the run up to the 20 year, this group of close friends good naturedly argued via Facebook messaging the merits of attending the official function. We all agreed that we definitely wanted to see each other, reunion or otherwise, so plans were made for the after party - a summer get together for us and our families at the Baylors' house.
As I get older, I am more and more thankful for the friends of my youth. As is probably true for most people, the friends of my formative years kind of fell into groups, based on the activities or classes we had in common. I had my basketball friends; my honors classes friends; my live-on-the-same-street friends; my Standleader friends. But the true, forever, no-matter-what friends for me are my band friends. Some of us were thrown together to endure the screeches and honks of middle school band, then expanded our circle when we got to the big pond of high school and marching band.
|Shelby, Cindy, Lisa, me and Molly|
and we all look FABULOUS
As soon as we got there, though, I realized: with your childhood friends who've known you almost your whole life, it doesn't matter how much time goes by. It doesn't matter if you're a big shot professional or a stay at home mom. It doesn't matter if you're married or single; wealthy or just scraping by; skinny as a rail or a few pounds heavier than in high school. We're friends not because of what we have, how we look, or what we can do for each other. We're friends because, well... Because we're friends. Because we always have been. And always will be.
|The crew minus a few - they have 51 weeks to plan and BE HERE next year!!|
Brandon, Molly, me, Lisa, Jeff, Oscar, Shelby and Cindy