The hugs. I forgot about the hugs.
That was one of the most valuable things I learned at Spring Creek -- how to hug, and be hugged, and mean it. And consistently, everyone I've reconnected with here has given the best hugs. The best.
There are about a dozen of us in attendance, plus or minus various family members. It's a smaller gathering than we'd hoped for, but it's also quite lovely, in that we're able to connect intimately and hear each others' stories. Last night we gathered around dusty albums and stacks of photographs and reminisced until after midnight.
This morning, after breakfast, we had group out on the deck here over the lake. "Group" is a term laden with meaning for us -- 20 years ago, it meant intensive gatherings in Lyward House, discussing serious practical and emotional issues, calling each other out, sharing and plenty of tears. Today's group was much easier. We went around the circle and each person spent a few minutes sharing the highlights of what we've been up to for the past 20-some years, and where we are now. Everyone has a wonderful story.
We've also decided we are the planning committee for the next reunion, to be held July 10-12, 2009. (That's two years from now, the weekend after the Fourth of July.) We've already reserved this place again, and this time we're going to make a comprehensive, organized effort to track everyone down.
Save the date!
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