reunions

This weekend, I had two very important reunions.

1. Have you read this book?

{by lois lowry}

No, seriously. Have you read this book.

If you have, it was most likely in 5th or 6th grade. And if not, then why the heck not? 

I don't know if we can be friends if you haven't read this book.

Just kidding.

But it's amazing.

It's a Newbury Medal winner for crying out loud! 

And she's a Boston author! Cambridge, MA, what what.

Don't mock that it's for like 7-12 year olds, because this is a mega-intense book. 

No joke. Waaay deeper than a seven-year-old.

Actually, we gifted this to our six-year-old nephew for Christmas and that may have been premature.

But I decided it was time for a re-read and it only took a few hours. It's only 180 pages long but it's so worthwhile. My love is renewed. Do yourself a favor and take this stroll down memory lane. 

No pun intended. 

Didn't get the pun? 

Then you should read the freaking book.

2. I used to play the saxophone. 

I played nearly every day for nine years and then there was college.

And I was scared to try out for the jazz ensemble because there were college boys who played the sax. 

And they were scary good.

So that was that, and I'm mad that I was a big fat baby because I totally could have played with them. 

But as a gift to my father-in-law this weekend (who loves the jazz like I do), I busted her out and played.

For the first time in four years.

Wowza.

But it was so wonderful. It was like being reunited with an old friend.

An old dirty friend who hasn't bathed in four years but you love her anyway.

I think that I'd like to spend more time with her again. Another love renewed.

In conclusion: your homework assignments are to read The Giver and listen to John Coltrane.

Class dismissed.