Bonds with my oldies, but goodies.
To set the record straight, I’m referring to friendships here, not age. Come on. However, after last night, I am definitely feeling it. Slow on the up-start and coffee did not help. Aleve Gel caps were my panacea of choice. Let’s just say I was licking my wounds. Good times.
I’ve known these compatriots most of my life. Going on four decades. Okay, so now I did just age myself.
For time travel purposes, a High School pic. However, we had been tied together long before this capture.
From the right to the left: Kammi & Lance her HS sweetie, Julie, Mio and Maylin. Nice jeans Kammi. Hiya Paige and Buffy!
Fast forward to our lil 20th HS reunion. Nik, Kat, Kammi and Kelly. Tears well up when I think about how my life has touched these women. Just how different it would be if I had never been born. A true Wonderful Life sentiment.
Julie would have never found her husband
Kelly would not live in Maui
etc. etc. etc.
But it goes both ways. DH may not have been my man without Nik up there.
Pause; to compose myself.
So, after College we all made a pact to meet for dinner once a month. We did. When children entered it became once a quarter. We all understood.
Some nights we had cart-wheel contests. DH called it Cougar Olympics.
Others, we rode our kids play equipment. Shhhh, don’t tell them now.
And we always had the Beach House.
Letting our hair down, being obnoxious, NEVER acting our age and laughing until we pee’d has kept us young at heart.
Nik is going to kill me for this one.
Okay, I’ll be nice nice.….
Keep it sassy honey. Forgive me?
So tonight, as I type, I urge you to reach out and love an old friend. The best mirrors in life are those.
I leave you with final images from 24 hours ago:
Missed you Nik…. and your baby carrots.
Until we laugh again,