Graduation season has been in full bloom the last week or so.
My inbox is filling up with 10 year reunion information.
I cannot believe it has been an entire decade since I was in my Columbia Blue cap & gown.
I remember that day still very clearly.
I remember the dress I wore that my sister bought me.
The big hug my mom gave me as I left to head up to the Dee Event Center.
I remember driving on Highway 89 and jamming out to Garth Brooks.
And hearing the cheers of my family when I walked across the stage.
The countdown to graduation started the first day of your sophomore year;
and only heightened your senior year.
I'm grateful that when I look back I have fond memories of high school.
Of course there was always drama of who likes who, if you were going to get asked to the upcoming dance, who was going to be the lead in the next production or the best solo.
But I had a great experience.
I had great, great friends;
Some that I still consider some of my best friends.
I had good teachers;
That let me spread my wings and shine.
I had a three wonderful sisters;
that paved the way for me and created the "Best Name".
and the most supportive parents;
that would sit through countless high school performances.
Layton High you did me well.
I sure hope that the next 10 years do not go nearly as fast,
because frankly I don't think I can handle getting an invite to my 20 year reunion.
