I’m still digging out of the mess of stuff I had to send home from my parents’ house over the holidays. There is a lesson here: If you can throw it away, do it. If only I had known that a few years ago.
But, there have been some gems from all this stuff. Last night, I got a serious laugh going through my high school yearbooks. You know that feeling on yearbook day? When you pass your yearbook around and secretly hope the guy you’ve had a crush on all year will admit he’s always loved you too? Or that your best frenemy will apologize for those biting “compliments” she gave you all year?
Well, those were in there. But even better, it turns out my now husband also signed my yearbook. We didn’t ever date, but we had math together, and sewing, although I think he showed up in sewing class a total of 3 or 4 times the entire semester. (PS: how does sewing count as a class anyway? But, I digress.)
So, last night, I discovered that my now husband, total love of my life (I just didn’t know it as a teenager), actually signed my high school yearbook. For the record, we didn’t start dating until after he came home from college the summer after freshman year, but I was crazy in love after the first date. Also for the record, we didn’t get married until well into our mid-twenties. Early for some but right for us. I tell you all this because it’s totally relevant to his yearbook message. You have to see for yourselves:
I’m now on a mission to find his yearbooks from high school to see what I wrote. (He didn’t save any of that stuff because unlike me, he’s not a secret hoarder, but I’m dying to know if I had something so prescient to say.)