Marguerite, we missed you today. Somehow, somewhere, we will all be in the same place again at the same moment.

This morning the kiddos and I drove over to the Los Angeles area to visit with Rosa, Emily, and Steve at Rosa’s house. She made a delicious warm pasta salad, and all of us brought something to go along with it.

Although we have spoken on the phone and e-mailed, it has actually been a couple of years since I’ve seen Steve in person. Carol and their new little girl Abby were at another function, but Steve brought Alex to visit. The last time I saw Alex (to the Bay Area), he was still in his early infancy.

Steve and I first met when we were 14-years-old and in the 9th grade, at a meeting in Mr. May’s room for Academic Decathlon. We had come from different middle schools, and we had so much in common. Over the years, we were in several clubs and classes together and became fast friends. I love his sense of humor, his sarcastic wit, and his analytical mind. Seeing him today was a true pleasure, and sitting with my friends, I had one moment where I wished we could spend one day back in time all together in high school again. We’ve had so many adventures together since then, but I would love to go back in time and just hug them all a little tighter when they were their 18-year-old selves.

Steve, now a lawyer, entertained us with tales of his work, and Emily and Steve reminisced about Steve’s bachelor party (Emily was Steve’s Best Woman for his wedding). Steve also brought an album of his high school photographs—some of them I remembered looking at long ago. Where does the time go? That seems to be a theme of my life lately. I need to scan many more of my high school pictures and get them online, but here are a few:

Emily, David, me, and Steve: summer mornings playing tennis followed by Axis and Allies.

Graduation from TVHS, 1998: Ryan, Angie, me, Steve, Victoria, Jenny, and Marguerite

Goodbye breakfast with Rosa before we part for college, at the old Rocky Cola’s.

Sacramento, State level Mock Trial competition: still one of my favorite pictures ever.

Angie, me, Emily, Rosa, and Michelle for graduation practice

I definitely, definitely need to work on digitalizing my whole collection…

Today we played with the kiddos, ate lunch, talked, reminisced, caught up, and everything went way too quickly but I am so glad for it all.

Emily, Rosa, three kiddos, and Steve

Forever friends

Steve shows Katie something

Eric and Alex play

I am having a difficult time capturing all of my thoughts tonight as I sit to write this blog entry. Partly, I am very tired and the words aren’t coming out quite right. But partly, too, I feel the deep vibration of emotion this evening, thinking about all of my friends and the passage of time. What a golden time we lived in, in high school, when we could have each other present everyday, when life was truly lived all together. Such a gift that was, such a time it was. I hope I truly appreciated it then as much as I do now—I suspect I did not, if only because when we are 17 and 18 we have a tendency to think things will go on just as they are, forever. Now I realize how truly lucky we are all to be still in each other’s lives and thoughts. At the very moment when we are all living different places and leading different lives, I find myself most craving the chances to make new memories with everyone.

I’ll leave off with lyrics from Anna Nalick’s “Breathe.”

‘Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button girl,
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe, just breathe…

I am just so thankful for days like today.