Twenty Years Later...

1991

2011

I'd say 60 of the 309 people in our class showed up.

I've known these boys  men nearly all of my life!

He literally hasn't changed NOT ONE BIT in twenty years.

Every song from the late eighties was playing last night at our twenty year class reunion.

Let me tell you...they don't make music like that anymore.

A couple of the slow songs they played brought back memories of Friday Night Dedications.

Ever heard of those?

Every single Friday night, the local radio station let you dedicate songs.

Every teenager in the town gathered late on Friday nights and glued their ears to WCON. 

There wasn't a soul that didn't want to be loved enough to have a song dedicated to them.

Do big cities have this kind of awesomeness?

We all grew up together...some of us knowing each other since Kindergarten.

We're from a small town...

the one high school, two junior high schools, everybody knows everybody kind of town.

I'd say most people never leave, or if they do, they find their way back home after a while.

You don't go grocery shopping or to Walmart without seeing ten people you know.

And, everybody goes out to the high school on Friday nights to see the local football game.

Friday Night Lights in all it's glory.

I wouldn't trade growing up in a small town for anything in the world.

I spent most every single weekend with these people.

Small town life on the weekends is a little bit hilarious now that I'm looking back on it.

The most exciting thing we really ever did was roll yards.

If we were really feeling wild, we'd spoon and fork the yard, too.

Where have the years gone?

In some ways, it's as if no time has passed and in MORE ways, it's as if a lifetime has gone by.w

You think you know each other because you spent half your life together.

But the truth is, most of us are completely out of touch with one another's present reality.

We're all the same people, except not really.

We re-told twenty year old stories together for as long as we could, while laughing hysterically.

Then, we asked about marriage, kids and work before calling it a night and bidding farewell.

I'm glad I went.

It's good to spend a little while remembering your roots.

All of it, by God's grace, makes you who you are today.

{thankful for}
92. twenty year old stories.
93. memories of growing up in my small town.
94. laughing with old friends.
95. the home cooked meal at my parents house tonight.
96. neighbor kids from Orlando staying with us this weekend.
97. the family I came home to last night after my reunion.