I shall be feasting on a large slice of humble pie with a side of crow. Hey, I’ve never had a problem admitting when I’m wrong. I was wrong. Not only was I wrong, I am so comfortably wrapped in an unexpected warm blanket of thankfulness and gratitude. Last night I attended my 40th high school reunion. Yes, the one I was dreading. It was a fabulous evening.
Now I will give myself some props in that I decided to completely open my mind; I went with the intent to enjoy myself. And I had a great time. It was so wonderful to see so many of my former classmates. And though I said it many times, we all look darn good. But the pinnacle of my evening was the fact that many took the time to whisper in my ear that they were so glad I was there. Many told me they enjoy reading my posts. I was flabbergasted and remain so. I’m truly humbled.
Plus I’m still marveling over the large number of their children, nieces and nephews that I taught over the years. When things calm down I plan to sit down and make a list. It will be interesting.
Not much more to say at the moment. It’s not often that the written word fails me. The words will come. For now I will embrace the feelings. Much love and appreciation to you all.