|age 18. Prom night.|
|And now, a few months shy of 40.|
There was a lot to talk about. We spent much of the weekend like this:
And of course, we did this crazy nostalgia tour of all of our old haunts. First, the childhood homes:
As we made the turn into my neighborhood (what an odd sensation to not know exactly where I was going but to be able to sense the turns as I came up to them), I thought I might faint from missing my dad so hard, but really it felt good to stand on the solid ground that was my childhood home.
The house looked different, but felt the same. It blows my mind that when I moved into this house, I was the same age Skyler is now.
|Senior lockers, what's up.|
|in Sarah's back yard|
|Kaca, me, Sarah, Sandy.|
And dear Sarah, may it NOT be another 20 years. xoxo
|parting shot at the Detroit airport|