I really, really wish I had pictures to share of last night's festivities but -- get this -- I have to wait until my film (remember that stuff?) gets developed. Digital camera's still in the shop.
I will say this, though. There's nothing quite like kicking off your high heels and dancing to "YMCA" with people you used to be in diapers with. People who knew and loved you through your teenage awkward years, braces, bad haircuts, 10:30 curfews, and all. People who were, and still are, your tribe, who gathered on a cold February night to celebrate the happiness of a long-deserving brother. We proved last night, just as we did fifteen years ago, that it doesn't take much for us to have a good time. No alcohol required.
I am blessed to have grown up in the family of God.
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4 comments:
yay! i heard it was a blast!
woohoo, sounds like fun!
Elizabeth J called and reported how much fun it was!!! I'm so bummed I didn't get to go!
awww. sounds like a blast!
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