Prepare yourself. This one is the equivalent of a chick flick (no one dies at the end, though).

Our Arizona reunion story actually begins with another story - the tale of my 35th birthday.

Last summer, I took a class called Research Methods. It sounded like it was going to be a class about using Google, but it was certainly not as easy as that. In fact, it's all about statistics (math, in other words). For those of you that don't know, math is not exactly my strong suit. I knew it was going to be difficult, and at first I had the old attitude. You know, the voice in the back of your head that says - don't do it!! You'll never make it!! Quit before you make a fool of yourself!!

I'd been coming to a crossroads with this way of thinking for a long time. It has never served me well, but it's always the first thing I think when I'm in a tough situation. The default setting, one might say. I decided to try another way, for a while. I decided that no matter what, I was going to tell myself that I could do it, that I would find a way to make the class work.

It worked. I ended up with an A+ in the class, and as I was looking at the grade, I remember wondering what the rest of my life would look like if I applied that single idea. I began to think about my 35th birthday, and how I really hadn't celebrated my birthday in a long time. I decided that this would be the year that I would do something that I had previously thought I couldn't do, something that I was afraid of. I considered different possibilities, including jumping out of an airplane. However, it's just too cold to do that in November, and I am horrifically afraid of heights. No matter what I considered, it just didn't seem like it fit. I ended up taking an Economics test on my birthday, which may be one of the least fun ways to celebrate. I decided I would put off the celebration until I could find something I really wanted to do.

Fast forward to to spring 2009. Facebook is fabulous, and through it, Brandy found me first. I was a little hesitant to write her initially. I honestly don't remember too much about my personality when I was in the seventh grade, but I do remember that I didn't like myself too much. I wondered if I had anything I needed to make amends for, actually. We met up soon after the first contact, and it turned out I had been afraid for nothing. See past editions of the blog for the story about that event - it was momentous.

I found Shawna on Brandy's friend list. There were three of us that hung pretty tightly in those days, and these girls were my two best friends. We passed notes in class, and did things regular seventh graders do. I had some bad stuff going on at home, but I really loved school (still do) and seeing the two of them always made things seem better. Then, through a series of awful circumstances, we were split up. We kept contact for a while through letters. I really looked forward to the letters, and I kept every one of them in a trunk that I've carried with me all these years.

I never thought I'd find them again, but it happened. And I found a way to celebrate my birthday after all - by kidnapping Brandy and getting on a jet plane to see our Shawna. I think all three of us were a little scared, at first. Not that we wouldn't get along, but that after @#$# years (that was for you, Brandy) we wouldn't be able to relate to each other any more. What if our lives were so different that all we had in common was the past?

It was on my mind when Brandy and I were walking out of the gate. Then I caught a glimpse of a woman in a business suit, standing just beyond a column - and then she was coming toward us, as fast as her high heels could carry her. @#$# years vanished in about a minute. There was the usual hugging you'd expect, and I did get a little bit moist around the eyeballs. Another feeling came up at this point: gratitude. I was finally reunited with women to whom I never really got to say goodbye.

We left the airport and ran off to enjoy a fabulous couple of days. Shawna and Steve really know how to show people a good time. We got to meet new friends, catch a boat ride, hunt for rocks, and listen to the chronicles of Lake Havasu, as told by Shawna. We spent time with Shawna's son, Shay, who was fun to be with. We also had the opportunity to catch up a bit, and look through the letters that I had saved. It was interesting, looking at life through the eyes of our teenage selves. My favorite part of the trip was late Thursday night, sitting in the jacuzzi, talking about our lives.

All of us are doing tremendous things, in our own way. Brandy's raising a wonderful family, Shawna's busy with a son, a Steve and the beginnings of a career in politics, and I'm on my way to following my dream to be an IT consultant. All three of us are surrounded by people who love us.

In the end, I didn't have to jump out of an airplane to prove that I was fearless. All I had to do was be willing to risk a little bit, and it's really all I have ever had to do. It's funny, isn't it? The things we think we have to do to prove to people that we are worth their time. The people in our lives that really matter are the people we never have to rehearse for, people that love us as we are.

This is the part of the chick flick where someone usually goes off the end of a cliff - but not this time! Our visit seemed to be about putting away some of the past. Next time (next June!) we'll get to focus on the future, I'm sure. No matter what is ahead of us, it's better when we face it together.

Thanks again to everyone - it was the most fabulous birthday present ever.