my hawaiian senior trip. i am just dripping with innocence. ignorant to the skin damage caused by that glowing, beautiful tan and full of unrealized potential. sigh.
this weekend was my high school ten year reunion (i'll spare you the math -- i'm 28). i didn't go. the combination of god's vast fruited plain, my rambunctious one year old and our student budget crushed my dream of a last-minute roadtrip to zion for the occasion. i was a little bummed. and matt was out of town. and the scenario took me back to that question which always comes up around high school graduation time, where do you see yourself in ten years? i can honestly say i didn't actually see myself sitting on my duff, watching tv by myself, eating POP chips and hoping that the creepy guy who stared at fox at the playground earlier didn't follow us home. but then again i guess i can also say i never saw myself bearing fruit in hong kong. or backpacking through south america. or running a marathon (yeah, i can dream).
someone tell me, was it fun? lie to me and tell me it was lame. i wish i could've caught up with old friends and classmates. i wish i could've shown off pictures of my son. i mean, ain't he somethin'? (thanks mike and robby):