Monday, October 18, 2010
This past weekend DH and I attended his 45th college reunion. I attended the same college two years behind him. In fact we met only 6 weeks before he graduated. The weekend was magic and I can't quite figure why or how to explain it. Weather helped, it was one of those glorious fall weekends with just the slightest nip to the air, but blue sky and plentiful sunshine to keep things bright. We had an informal get-together Friday evening with just his class-mates and spouses... all of whom are Cornell grads as well. There is something about having gone to a college of 1200 students, being taught by full professors, being challenged to do and be your best, but being accepted as part of the community no matter what your GPA or social group was. The campus is on a hilltop and the entire campus is part of the National Registry of Historic places. I don't ever feel as if we are trying to recapture our youth, we are relishing in shared memories of events, people and places that steered and influenced who we all have become, from multi-millionaire entreprenuers to school teachers. The best part of all was the wonderful conversations that we shared. I loved being asked by a classmate of DH who is a philosophy professor, "What is is that brings joy and love into your life? What did you have to give up to have it?"
As I said... magic, pure magic.