Today is my 15 year high school reunion. Yep, 15 years. But I'm not going. Just seems silly to put that much money and time, not to mention a rare opportunity with a baby sitter, to go to a reunion with people I really haven't seen in 15 years.
But don't think I haven't thought about it. Especially when a girlfriend (who's wedding I was in) called yesterday to confirm that I was attending with her. I guess her call made me realize that there were some pretty fabulous folks among the 800 that I grew up with that I wouldn't mind seeing.
What would I tell them I have done. Well, I went to college- but didn't finish (I'm okay with that).
I got married to a gentle, loving man who I don't really get to see all that much right now. It's just a season I suppose.
We have bought two houses.
We've vacationed in, and out (to the Bahamas- twice), of the country.
We've had 3 children- 3 absolutely wonderful children. And that is when our entire world changed. We became a mom and a dad- and suddenly the rest of everything faded away. I'm sure there have been accomplishments along the way, but now they (my little people) pretty well define who I am.
Which is good. I mean, I know instantly how to get gum out of carpet, I can remove ink from almost any surface, I can sew up teddy bears, stain treat ANY substance known to man, heck I even know a bit about patching drywall thanks to these folks. With Allyson, I learned how to peel a hot dog, with Emi I was taught that sleeping in 20 minute spurts for a whole year would NOT kill you, and Sam has taught me that you must always keep your eye on the ball.
And I learned that there is a whole different kind of love. Sure, I have a love for Dan, my family, hot fudge sundaes- but there is a new kind of love that you develope instantly when you birth a child.
So that is that- I very rarely wear unstained clothes, I will forever be on a mission to try and loose weight, I own a hair iron- but I don't take the time to use it, mascara is my idea of putting on my make up, and the ear rings I have on I have been wearing for better than a month.
Nothing reunion worthy.
'We're as bad as bad can be- we're the class of '93!'