I'm feeling nostalgic today. Probably because I spent this past weekend attending the wedding of an old friend. Craig Swann. I've mentioned him before. Our friendship, like all friendships, has had its ups and downs. We've been closer at some times than at others. But over the past twelve years I can say that he's been unfailingly loyal and he is one of the few people in the world I've always felt safe with. I've never had to tell him a lie. And he's seen my ugly cry. That's saying a lot.
Here we are back in 1999:
This is an important thing about friendship that I'm not sure a lot of people truly understand. When you love someone, you're happy to see them happy. That's how it works. When you think you love someone, but you aren't happy to see them happy, well... then you know there's something wrong. Seriously, people. Take this to heart. It might help you with some of your more difficult relationships.
(Still don't get it? Feel free to read my long post about pseudo boyfriends and what they are. It's kind of funny and ranty. Maybe that will help.)
Feeling nostalgic isn't the same as feeling sad. And what I'm feeling nostalgic about isn't about a frienship, but a time. It's about the past twelve years. Where did they go? When I met Craig, I was 18. He was 19. We were babies. (Maybe we still are?) We were so silly and so light. We had so much fun. We still have fun, but it's a different kind of fun. That's growing up for you. That should be Growing Up's official subtitle.
Adulthood: it's a different kind of fun.
My point? I don't have one. This is a personal blog. It's rambly. I will leave you with a slide show of some photos circa "the old days." Friends come and gone. Loves had and lost. Who doesn't have a set of photos like these? See 'em and weep.