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When I was in high school I was involved with my church youth at a state level. While I am no longer a part of that particular denomination, I still keep in contact with several of the very, very good friends I met there.
Roberta, Alison and I called ourselves the Sashes. We wore shiny scarves as sashes, thus the name. It was our all-girl rock band name — only we were too avaunt-guard to be a rock band. We sang folk songs and Broadway “hits.” Well, we thought we were fabulous. Our first long-playing record album was going to be “Rhinestone Kind of Night.” I know you had to be there, but — trust me — we were hilarious. Or at least we thought so.
I wanted to show you a picture of us then, but I could not find one. I would have suffered the truth of big hair for you. I could find Ali and Birdie, Birdie and me, Ali and me . . . but not the three.
Well, anyway, it’s 30 years later. If I told you the kinds of things each of us has been through you wouldn’t believe it. You would think I was making it up. Ups and downs. Downs and ups. Sickness, heartache, failure. Things not so hilarious as our made-up record albums.
Today Roberta is a lawyer and pottery artist. She won’t admit to either one, but she is. Alison has been literally all over the world. She teaches English as a second language. Most recently she taught in Iraq where she met Josh and came home with this most precious and delicious surprise:
That, friends and loved ones, is her first one. I won’t give her age away, but you know how old I am, so you can guess Ali’s about the same. It’s not the best picture of the tiny baby Sash, but look — oh, look! — at my friend. Look at that beautiful and delighted face as she starts a brand new phase of life and hear the splash of my tears of happiness for her as they hit my keyboard.
As I think back on the trials we have faced and the many different starts and stops we have had to make, I think you just never know when new adventure is on its way. Sometimes life throws you a surprise you just want to throw right back.
But sometimes life throws you a surprise you just can’t believe is really yours.
Isn’t it interesting? Isn’t it good?