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I have been thinking a lot about high school lately and this is why:
- I have really been missing my best friend a lot lately. We met in high school and I wish we lived in the same state, in the same town, on the same street.
- I ran 5 miles on Wednesday. Five miles! And while I was running I was thinking back on my days in high school gym class with embarrassment. I hated running in gym class.
- My ten year reunion is coming up. I am sad we can't go, but it really isn't an option for us right now. I think it would be really nice to thank people in person for the meals, prayers, money, and love sent our way this year. I am so thankful and genuinely proud of the kindness we received.
- My niece graduated from 8th grade on Thursday. This is blowing my mind. I have totally turned into one of those "old" people that can't stop saying, "I remember when you were born, like it was yesterday". She has four more years of being a complete kid. Four more years until she is an adult! She will be driving soon. This is all too crazy.
- Sometimes I try really hard to remember what it was like when Tyler and I first fell in love. But I can't, we were different people. We were 16/17. We were just kids.
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...And I look at who I am now and what I have accomplished in the last ten years because that is what people think about when they reach such a milestone. I am not where I thought I would be when I graduated high school. The last ten years have not been easy. They have been filled with joy and abundant blessings, but they have not been easy.
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But I really like who I am today. I am proud of myself. I know I have grown. I know I am capable of enduring anything. I know I am happy. My life is much more complete now. I love it.
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