20th High School Reunion! Wow! What's really funny is that I think I had a much fun as he did. Troy has such a great group of friends. That is one of my biggest hopes for my own children; to have a strong group of good people for friends. I have really gotten to know and love all of their wives. Here's the guys:
Not pictured is Mike, the legendary diver. He showed up later. There are a couple other guys too who couldn't make it that night. You know, as a kid in high school, you develop friends, but looking at this picture I'm just thinking about how you never know the paths life leads us on, and how those friendships will strengthen. In the picture above I see a guy who's wife is currently pregnant with triplets - they will be babies #5-7 in their family. I see a guy who's wife had a hard time getting pregnant, and now they have two sets of twins after two rounds of in vitro. I see a bishop, a former bishop, I see someone who just got engaged, I see Troy who lost his little baby just over a year ago. Life is so... so... hard? Wonderful? Crazy? Yes. Grateful for friends.
My favorite part of the evening was seeing an old friend of mine. Little did I know, when I entered the Missionary Training Center 12 1/2 years ago that one of my teachers was in the same graduating class as my future husband. Yes, when I left on my mission to Korea I first spent nine weeks in Provo learning about how to be a missionary and how to speak Korean. Every day we had three teachers, and my favorite teacher of all was Brother Piper, who was with us in the evenings. He was just awesome, and our whole group (seven of us) looked forward to the evenings all day long. We played crazy games, we shared our thoughts and feelings, we tried speaking Korean. I really looked up to him. Here we are:
I don't think I had quite the double chin when I was 21....ah, well. I must share my favorite crazy Korean game Brother Piper (okay, I guess I could call him Vaugn now) taught us. It was called the love game. You should try it. Stand in a circle. Be perfectly silent. One person is it, and they point to another person. The two people on either side of that person punches them on the arm as hard as they can. The punched person must remain silent. This is exceptionally difficult, by the way. If you are unable to be silent, everyone votes. If there is a unanimous vote in the affirmative, everyone gets to punch the person one more time. Gee, now that I'm reading over that it sounds more like abuse than a game, but trust me, it's hilarious. Almost worth the pain. I tell you, those Elders in my group always took it easy on my companion Sister Burbank, but they sure took it out on me.
Okay, one last photo - a group shot at the park the next day:
What a great group. I have a feeling that my 20 year reunion (in the year 2011) won't be quite as fun. My husband just doesn't know anyone from my class. The truth is, I would really love to go to the reunions from 1989, 1990, and 1992 much more than my own! Maybe I'll sneak in.
Anyway, once again I'm just astounded by how my life is filled with wonderful people.