Today was a special day. My husband and I went to Prescott to meet up with a friend of mine from high school. We had not seen each other in 37 years! Wow! That makes me feel old! But, we acted like two teenagers again, chatting away, nearly oblivious to those around us. Fortunately, our husbands hit it off well and found things to talk about as well. And there was a Fine Arts and Crafts Show going on in the town center, which gave everyone something to do while we blabbed.
We reminisced some about the old days and "caught up" on who knows where who is, etc. We shared about the paths of life that we each have walked down, and found similarities. We discovered that we both had become strong independent women regardless of how we had felt about ourselves in high school.
Tonight I heard a quote on a movie..."The best way to make God laugh is to tell him your plans." That could have been a story line for my life. He defiinitely led me different directions than I anticipated when I was that all-knowing teen. BUT the END of the story is what counts,and I must say, both Katie and I will have a fantastic finale for the end of our stories...with lots of mystery and adventure in between. As for me, I know I will continue to live life to its fullest and "funnest" that I can each and every day.
For example, after we parted from Katie and Hubby, we decided to go back to the craft show to check out a few more booths, and got caught in a monsoon down pour. After assisting an elderly gentleman with a walker, out of the rain and under a canopy, I got to trudge through about 2 feet of puddle backed up in the storm drain next to our car. I took off my sandals and did a dance while laughing at the water trickling down my glasses and off my nose. Might as well make a fun time of the storms we have to weather!
But the rain helped put out a raging fire as well, so that is a good thing for sure!
So, I must come now, to the Valley of the Sun, called Phoenix, and remember that I am, in fact, a grandmother and NOT a teenager. But I AM a very young grandmother, and with the help of an even greater connection to my friend, Katie, I shall have a fun future...tomorrow, albeit a Monday...and every day, as long as I can...
I decided that God gives us high school days to help us remember the follies of youth, but also to give us confidence that we have grown up, more or less, and have connected the past to the future via lessons and memories passed on...
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