After scoping out what people from my past are up to now, my husband has begun his own journey down memory lane, all the way to the point of joining Classmates.com. And guess what? They're having their 30-year reunion this fall.
I have never attended a reunion, and don't believe I've missed out on anything. From 8th grade through 12th, I attended four different schools, and the one I graduated from...well, I was only there that one year. And like I've mentioned before, I was terribly shy. It was just enough time to get to know a few people, but not nearly long enough for me to make any deep, lasting friendships.
My husband, on the other hand, graduated with people he knew most of his life. They went to kindergarten together, attended the same church together, took Boy Scout trips together....you get the idea. There's an entire half of his life filled with people, places and experiences I've never met, never seen and know almost nothing about.
And he hasn't been back since 1990.
I so badly want to take him to this reunion. I've been racking my brains trying to find a way to make it happen. To give him one weekend to go back home and be welcomed with open arms by all his old friends. To let them see the wonderful man he's become. And to share in a memory of his life that I've never had a first-hand part in before.
I'm praying God will open some doors here. I've got until late October to come up with the money, a car that can make the trip, someone willing to babysit five kids for a weekend, and a 30-pound slimmer body.
I've got a lot of work to do.