Then and Now
Then and Now

There are faces in the yearbook that I remember. I can hear their laughter and I can picture the scene as it plays in my mind. I can smile at their smiles and I feel warm to have been a part of a school family with them. I was sisters with them for four very formative years, the years during high school that I feel sometimes were the years that birthed my true self.

But this evening, as I prepare to meet with and laugh with and celebrate with some of those friendly sisterly faces from years ago, I am sooooo nervous! Why?

The pictures in the yearbook are so safe. The pages are filled with tender faces and hopes and dreams of young girls. And the girls in the pictures have stayed young. And their future is before them, full of promise and optimism.

But I have not stayed young. I have grown and changed and had a full, full life in the many years that have passed. So I am different.

But. I pause.

We have all changed! We have all grown! We are ALL THE SAME AGE now, just like we were back then! So, what is my problem then? Why the nervousness?

I think I liked my high school years sealed up, relegated to pages in yearbooks that I rarely opened. I treasure the yearbooks and the mementos stuffed in between the pages, but I don’t get quizzed on them. So perhaps tonight I feel like I might not “pass”. How silly. How “high school”.

I think I will be fine. I think I will pass, and even more soothing is the thought that many, or perhaps some, or even just one more of my former high school sisters are feeling exactly the same way!

So here’s to High School Reunions and trying to remember who is who! We shall start anew tonight and catch up with the women we are right now.

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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