Back from Georgia.

Every time I go home I get a little nostalgic. Suddenly the sight of my old high school or middle school or that neighborhood where I spent so many nights eating ice cream from Cyndi's freezer threatens to make me teary eyed. Maybe it's just getting older, a little farther away from who I was when I last called this place home. I saw an old friend get married on Sunday, and Cyndi and I talked about how strange it is to actually see the wedding day that we'd speculated about so many years ago actually happening. I wouldn't have guessed the guy or the baby on her hip, but I also wouldn't have had it any other way. It was perfect and she looked so happy and the sight of it not only threatened tears but delivered them.

1 comment:

Regine Karpel said...

Beautiful photo of you two!