It isn't that they were my first group of kids...
In fact, by the time this group of students came along, I had already had five different classes.
This group was just a very tight knit group. A group who likes to keep in touch. My second group here.
Somehow in the fall, a comment was made that we should have a reunion.
From there, the idea took off.
A few weeks ago, my dear husband called a local restaurant and asked about reservations. I started searching for ways to contact the students. And then I waited. And waited.
I waited until tonight.
Tonight was THE night.
I was ready. Presents wrapped. Letters written. Cake ordered.
Then I realized how very nervous I was. Excited and nervous. What if I had nothing to say? What if I didn't recognize people? What if they came and wondered why the heck they were there?
I had the time of my life.
I had almost half my students there. (Three of the original 20 have moved away...)
I won't lie.
I wish they all had been there.
But I am thankful for the 9 who showed up!
It was so fun to listen to their tales of high school, to hear them reminisce over pictures I had brought, to find out where they are headed in life.
More than anything, I just felt proud. They are good kids (or at least they have me fooled :). They are going places in life. And for the most part, they get along with one another.
I found myself wondering...
How did we get from here...
I don't know the answer, other than it happened in the blink of an eye.
Whether I want it to or not, time marches on.
Sometimes I wish we could just stop it and enjoy the moment a little while longer.
That was where I was tonight.
I find myself trying not to blink...