Five couples: Pat & Phil, and also Ron & Betty were high school sweethearts who are still married after all these years. Bill & I are happy in our almost 20 year marriage; Ray & Jeri, and Chuck & Linda are in committed relationships.
We gathered for food, fun and fellowship. Those guys are sure showing their age, but we gals haven't changed a bit since high school.
As we rehashed old stories, we unearthed our histories. The longer we sat there laughing and sharing... the adults we are today became the high school kids we used to be in 1963. There was Chuck walking down the hallowed halls bucking authority with shoulder length hair. Ray the wise mouth, Phil the funny guy, Ron the party animal. Then there was my poor hubby and Jeri who were outsiders trying to fit in. We girls had teased or flipped hair back then, and we had to have the lastest shoes and fashions. Prom queens and everything in between...we have evolved. We are comfortable in our own skin, wrinkled as it may be, and we wear comfortable shoes and fashions now.
Such talent and creativity at our table of ten: a famous woman artist, two successful musicians, a writer, someone who is making unique coffee tables that sell for thousand$, and a woman who was on the Price is Right recently and won a green Ninja motorcycle. It was delivered to her door in a Hollywood truck. Every single person in our group has made contributions to this world, their families, their work place. A few of us still work, while others prefer retirement.
More famous than we realize, our greatest accomplishments, cultivated in youth, attained as we grew older, are merely the things that make others awe. In our own families, we are all held in high etseem because of the simple things that make us unique to our loved ones: hugs, kind words and the advice and love we dispense across the generations, because some of us are still sandwiched.
As we swapped stories, I looked at each of us and realized that we are all stars, especially in the eyes of our next generation of little patience-testers. Some of my classmates yearn for grandchildren they probably will never have. Some of us worry enedlessly about the ones we do have.
As we hugged good-bye, we vowed to do it again, soon.
Growing older happens no matter how we try to stop the hands of time.
Growing up...sometimes it takes a lifetime.
We are getting there.