I won't go to my reunion this year. Only went to two of mine. That was enough. I was a little fish in a big pond. A very little fish. But that was 40 years ago. Older...wiser...comfortable with who I am. Artist. Mother. Wife. Friend. Daughter.
|Mike and I at our older son's wedding in the Dominican Republic. I was a curly girl then.|
Here is what I posted on my husband's Facebook page the day after the reunion:
"There is life after HS. I wasn't a cheerleader, or a homecoming queen or a star in any sport. I was smart, nerdy and introverted. It just takes some people longer to grow into their best times. I would have given anything for a date with a cute boy. Instead I married him! Worth the wait. Thanks for taking me to your reunion dear."