I don't feel that old...

My twenty-five-year high school reunion was this past weekend. I went to the Saturday night dinner and had a good time visiting with people I haven't seen in ages, despite the fact that many of us live right here in Central Arkansas. There were a few people that I didn't recognize (so grateful for name tags!). Everyone looked great, dinner was good, Robin & Stephanie did a wonderful job of organizing this thing. I know it's a lot of hard work.

Got home around 11:30 or so - went in to check on the girls and there on the Dora sofa lays newly-potty-trained Annie - without a stitch on. Um, Brad? Did you put her to bed like that? He started laughing. No, apparently she was wearing a swimsuit to bed (some battles just aren't worth fighting when you're the only parent at home with four kids and one of them is a baby boy who wants. his. mommy.)

I'm glad Jeff and Tina both emailed me and encouraged me to attend as I wasn't planning on it. I'm glad Stan married his best friend (because that's what we're supposed to do). I'm glad Mike's son no longer has cancer and that Mike shared the song he wrote about our class on Saturday since I missed it Friday night. I'm glad everyone was there that was there. I don't know about y'all, but I sure don't feel like I graduated twenty-five years ago even though the grey hair and wrinkles say I did.