Lessons learned at my 55th high school reunion
- Stay connected! I made some of the most amazing friends in high school. Thankfully, these friends are among my dearest friends today. Do you know why? It is because we have taken the time to stay connected. And when I say connected, I mean connected. Not only do we meet on a regular basis (four times a year), but we also take the time at these gatherings to really share about what is going on in our lives. Without a doubt, no matter what, I know these girls will be there for me until my last breath, and I will also be there for them. They are among my dearest and closest friends.
- Laughter makes you look younger!. Find those friends that make you really laugh. When you laugh, the wrinkles around your eyes and your lips come from laughter so you can fool people into thinking that you are younger and don’t really have any wrinkles. “Those wrinkles! They aren’t from age. They are only there when I laugh.” Well, maybe not, but I am convinced that laughter not only makes you look younger, it also makes you feel younger.
- The eyes never age. I look into the eyes of some of my girlfriends from high school and I see the same girl I used to tap on the shoulder in English class while we were reading A Tale of Two Cities and ask her if she had the answer to the question I didn’t quite get. I see her blue eyes, and we are both sixteen again. I know her life story and know it has been filled with triumph and tragedy, but to me she is both a naive girl of sixteen and mature grandmother of 73. Those eyes connect hearts and those connections have deepened over the decades. In each other’s eyes and hearts, we will never really age.
- Guys still love their cars, so pose with them beside their cool cars. This guy restored this old car. He and his car both look amazing.
- Treasure friendships that span the generations. Tell the stories that include those whom are no longer with us. This guy’s parents were best friends with my best friend’s parents. I remember those days when our parents were all still alive and they all would gather together for a summer evening barbecue. They would be laughing and telling stories, and we would be the kids listening to their stories of long ago. Now, our parents are gone, and we are left to remember those times and tell the stories of long ago. It seems that as we age, there are fewer and fewer of our acquaintances whom knew our parents.
- High school sweethearts are the best kind of sweethearts to have. I came home from my fifty-fifth high school reunion with the very best gift that my time in high school ever gave me: my high school sweetheart, the love of my life, my hubby.