10 Years . . .

10 years. TEN! One whole decade. No matter how you say it, I graduated from high school that many years ago. Last week was my 10-year high school reunion. That sure makes me sound old, but I don't feel the slightest bit old. Even though I happened to be in Utah the same weekend as the reunion, I decided not to go for many reasons. The main one being that I was pretty much over high school the day I graduated, so I had absolutely no desire to go. But other factors also came into play: I just hit my 7th month of pregnancy, my fingers are so swollen that I can no longer wear my wedding ring, and my husband was back in Virginia. Yeah, there was no way I was going to put myself in that situation (sounds like one of those "you might be a redneck if . . . "type situations--no thanks!).

Thank goodness we're not forever our 18-year-old selves. I liked myself back then just fine, but I needed those 10 years to grow up and discover what life is really all about.