The past few weeks have seen several reunions for us. First, I’m not sure it counts as a reunion if you have never meet in person, but I did meet several ladies from my Mommy board. The circumstances, the death of a 21 month old child, were horrible. The chance to meet in person MinneMom, Sandy and Erin was great. Seeing Jessica again was nice, if heartbreaking. I consider it to be my reunion of friends I hadn’t meet in person.
Last weekend we were over in the town where Ronnie & I grew up. We stopped by a grocery store to pick up a few things to go with our dinner. As we were looking in produce we ran into Jason. We hadn’t seen Jason since 1992 I think it was. I had found him several years ago, then both of us kinda dropped off. We reconnected on Facebook a few months ago. He was back in our hometown, and Ronnie & I are 45 minutes away. We talked about getting our families together when things calmed down work wise for all of us. We didn’t get to meet his wife and kids, but at least we got to see Jason. I always laugh at those people in Walmart having the reunions and blocking the aisles. Suddenly I was one of them. Only Rouses isn’t as busy and has larger aisles so we didn’t block anyone.
Tonight we spend our evening with Dana, Jim and their girls Emily and Sami. You’ve read about my BFF Kim on here. She and I were joined at the hip through junior high and high school. Ronnie and Dana were the same way. I haven’t seen Dana since 1991 when I graduated from high school. It’s OK, I’ll wait while you do the math. Got it figured out? Good. They live in Texas and aren’t really close enough for dropping by. But, stopping back on the way home from a vacation in Florida, it was perfect. Ronnie had last seen them about 8 years ago. I had never met her husband Jim, and neither of us had met her girls. Our three girls played so well together. We all made homemade pizzas, played with Moon Sand, and caught up. It was wonderful. Then, before they left, we got a group picture of the girls in their pajamas.
It was so wonderful to see our kids playing together. Especially since we didn’t know if this day would happen. See that cute little hear no evil on the left? That 6 year old is tougher than a lot of adults I know. She’s already beaten cancer.
Our reunions weren’t really planned. They just sort of happened. Some were bitter sweet, and others, like our 3 little monkeys, were just what I needed.