I came home from a wonderful GBS homecoming weekend and wrote this post, but lost our internet connection before I added pictures and got it published. Now I'm using borrowed internet and don't have access to pictures. Oh well. Better late than never....
Oh, what a weekend it was.
What an incredible outpouring of love and honor. It was such fun to see so many "dinosaurs" (the term of endearment for old music majors) and old friends from the last 33 years. And so connect with some newer friends, as well!
Some of you are my dearest and closest and bestest friends. Others are people who are names from the Music Division Hall of Fame...household names that we kids grew up hearing about, (some of you probably baked cookies in our kitchen or "dated" in our formal living room) but only met when we were very young. What a joy to have conversations with you now as adults.
My mind has been turning over the conversations and events of the weekend, relishing the bits of conversations I had with friends and wishing I could have connected longer with others.
The list of thank-you's due is long and distinguished. Mandy Mimier made decorated the place with her signature touch class and elegance. Robbie and Rachel England worked for over a year, donated hundreds of hours, drove hundreds of miles with their family of 6...and were the masterminds of the whole weekend. Robyn Clemens and her band of brilliant helpers put together an unforgettable Music Majors reception to wrap up the weekend. I laughed. I cried, It moved me, Bob.
There is no way to adequately express appretiation to everyone who had a part in the weekend. Thank you all from the bottom of our hearts.
I must admit that I have had mixed feelings about my dad's semi-retirement. But I trust his wisdom and his heart and I can see God working the timing so beautifully. And how fun to see such amazingly gifted (and hard-working) classmates and friends taking on Dad's various hats in such an incredible way. I just love that school. It was good to be home.