We had lots of visitors this weekend, and unfortunately we didn't get photos of everyone. Bummer.
Our first visitors...wow. All I can say is that sometimes growing up is pretty great. There's something to be said for maturing and gaining perspective. The boy I dated all through high school (Jon) and his wife (Diana, also a friend from high school ) and their new baby (Opal) came down. We all hit up Disneyland on Friday and then Diana and Opal joined us and my cousin's family at the beach the next day.
The first thing Jon said to me: "Jill. 10 years? Wow. And you're holding my baby."
I'm not sure I even articulated a coherent sentence. Rather I think I just mumbled something about Opal being super cute (which she was). And that was that. Then we just hit the rides.
And I had a lot of fun.
Time has passed and I don't think too often of my high school days; however, I will say that I can breathe a bit easier about that chapter of my life after this rendez-vous. I finally let go a little bit of the guilt I've been carrying around about the horrible way I ended things with Jon and really the way I ended relationships with virtually all my friends from that time. As I've finally started reconnecting with old friends and acquaintances I'm always so happy to learn that most of them have turned out to be fantastic people.
A happy conclusion.