A real reunion.
I was at my 30th high school reunion on Saturday night. I’m still processing the lifetime of living I saw on people’s faces, the disappointment and pain and joy in those lines around everyone’s eyes.
While pondering that reunion experience this morning, I saw this photograph, a soldier returning to her young daughter after being stationed in Iraq.
Now this–this is a real reunion. This is a reunion where aggressive moisturizing plays no part, where posturing or nervousness or trying to impress play no part. No, this is the kind of full-floor reunion we should all have. Real, honest, true emotion.
[Photo from here.]






