March 21, 2013

Memory Lane

Saturday, a great friend of mine is getting married.  I won't be at the wedding.  I wasn't invited.  Which may seem odd to you all reading this, but when we talked shortly after the engagement was announced, we talked about it...and I'm ok with not being invited.  As it turns out, I wouldn't be able to attend anyway for many many reasons...I'm NOT ok with not being there to celebrate this new chapter.  That makes me sad.

It also brought up all sorts of Memory Lane trips...and I realized that I miss my friends from that year of my life.  I miss hanging out and watching pick-up football games.  I miss Chapel.  I miss Dr. Kurka's Intro classes at 8 in the morning...I miss winding my way though a warren of hallways in the buildings to get to classrooms.  I miss the plastic trays in the cafeteria.  I miss the Chili Frito Casserole...I miss going to the country bar to take line dancing lessons and I miss Steak & Shake.

Mostly, I miss hanging out and doing all the things we did like making Farmwife's hair try to look like Marissa Tomei's did in the movie Oscar for the Spring Banquet...or shopping for the dresses for that event with our friend's mom at the mall in Springfield.

I miss going to the park nearby and walking the trails, and jumping off the bridge into the water (Shhhh!!!!! Don't tell, that was against all the rules!)

I miss spending Saturdays in the various lounges watching football and basketball games.  I miss trips to people's houses for the weekends and free laundry and home cooked meals.

I miss floor devos.  I miss the little events that were put together when guys wanted to propose and they'd use the candle and she'd be all surprised and he'd be waiting outside the building...

Mostly, I think I miss that sense that anything in the world could be mine - that we were giants, Olympians, able to conquer the world before us...nothing would stand in our way...

Don't get me wrong. I love my life - being a wife and mom...I love BB, my children, our home...

It's only sometimes I wish there weren't 1311 miles between here and there because I'd love to drop by Farmwife's some afternoon to hang out and paint our nails or make drip bottles, or tattoo designs on ourselves with our nifty pens.  Or that I could swing by Inkling's and enjoy some tea and chocolate and my hoodlums could play with her Grasshopper...

I hope that I conveyed to my dear sweet friend and his very-soon-to-be-wife how happy I am for them, how much I wish blessings upon them for a healthy and long marriage.

I'll be raising a toast on Saturday to them both.

1 comment:

Penny said...

This post just confirms what I have known for a long time...people who attend LCC are friends, true friends...for a lifetime!! there is a special bond for the people who have atteneded that college..I have lots of friends who have gone there..and their kids have gone there and it's the same..they are friends forever..I didnt attend there, but have been witness to that bond many times over..just an observation I have made over the years...from someone on the outside looking in..how awesome tht God puts that specialness in the people who attend His college :-)