I love that in the past few years a group of us from high school has begun getting together with our families every few months. They were my best friends back then, and they know more about me than I’d like to remember. But they’ve also grown old-er with me. We can appreciate the changes God has made in each of us. We can rest easy together because we know God’s not finished with us yet. There’s a sense of history and a hope of future.
Today we met up at a local park for some lunch and gabbing. The kids, of course, opted out of the gabbing part, but had a great time romping together and batting the ball around. Every once in a while I’d blink to remind myself I wasn’t a 15 year old girl dreaming of the future. Here we were, in reality, 18 years later, with our own children. (I’ve got the goosebumps.)