Weekend Roundup: Sycamore Aviators Rule

15 years ago (or so), I graduated from high school. I was lucky enough to be a part of a pretty great group of girls who have somehow managed to stay a part of each other's lives to this day.

This weekend, one of ours had a baby shower:

She is a chef, so I will allow the usage of the term "foodie".

As any girl who has been to a shower before can attest, they can run long. It's tough to ooh & ahh over bibs and plastic bags that you apparently put breast milk in. It's a right of passage. I'm sure if I get knocked up some day, there will be a shower and bags for milk (gross) and baby word scramble. 

But here's the funny thing about yesterday's shower. I laughed more at that round table than I've laughed in weeks. We're talking belly laughs that make your eyes water. The kind of laughing possible only with people who you feel so comfortable around, you (and the mom to be) can mock the milk bags (again, gross), but still marvel at how old we've all gotten and how amazing it is another one of us is going to be a mom. 

It really is incredible when you can reunite with people who's daily lives have gone on without you yet it feels as if no time has passed. When you can reminisce about a time when AP History felt like the hardest thing, (like, ever), and people with babies seem ancient and sad. 

As it turns out, we're not sad. Or ancient. We're just adults.

Kind of.

p.s. We missed you Kimmy & MaryAnn!