Reunions. I love reunions. The only thing I might like better is living in a giant cul-de-sac with all of my friends. Zip lines would connect from house to house, of course. But until I start living that dream, I’ll relish in the joy of a good ol’ fashion reunion. I love the anticipation beforehand. The freedom to be yourself during. And the rejuvination felt on the drive home. Reunions bring the feeling of being known. And of knowing someone else. No explanations are needed. You laugh about the past and dream about the future, but you feel so alive in the present moment you could burst. All this gibberish to say, I’m glad to have spent last weekend in Waco with my college roommates at our first sleepover since the undergrad days. Thanks for a delightful weekend, froomies!