A Blast from the Past

My mom is cleaning out the closets at her house which means that I have to sort out my junk. Most of my stuff is from high school because that's the last time I lived there. We are talking about prom glasses, report cards, old magazines, and other stuff that seemed vitally important at the time.



I don't know how everyone else communicated in high school, but we wrote "notes". My high school days are from a time before email, text message, and cell phones. If we wanted to catch up with each other (and have something to do while the teacher bored us with "knowledge") we wrote letters to each other talking about what we were wearing, what other people were wearing, what cute boys we had talked to, what cute boys we had seen but not talked to, and who we were liking that day. Somehow I ended up with buckets of these notes. Several years ago, right after college, I was home one weekend and flipped through some of them and threw all of them away. OR, so I thought.



This weekend, as I cleaned off the top shelf in the closet in my old bedroom, I found an amazing treasure. Most of you know that Hubby and I had a relationship when we were in High School and Junior High, and then we didn't speak for about 15 years after I graduated high school. Believe it or not, I found our letters from 1987 when I was in 8th grade and he was in 11th grade! Most of them are from me telling my friends about our relationship, or from my friends talking about our relationship. Little incidents are documented in these letters that we would never have remembered if we didn't have them written down. It's funny that we can both remember certain conversations that we had in certain places once we read these notes.

It's amazing, but we still interact today in much the same way we did then! We still talk around each other and aren't clear with what we mean. He still teases me, and it still hurts my feelings if I don't get the joke. I still get really mad and don't tell him why. He usually has no idea why I'm mad, so he just pretends that I'm not. We tend to get defensive and we both hate to admit where we are vulnerable. On the other side, it is amazing to me that all of the things that I listed in one letter that I loved about him are pretty much still the same. I could get mushier with this, but I'll spare us all that.

God is good to us, and we really enjoyed sitting down last night and looking through the notes. Remember to treasure the person you share your history with!