I love (love, love, LOVE) Storch’s seniors. You haven’t really experienced them until they’ve played too many rounds of charades, eaten too many servings of tiramisu, and left WAY too many messages on their former dorm parents’ answering machine! Thankfully, Paul and Beth love them as much as I do and actually saved the five messages (total length of about 15 minutes!) so they can listen to them over and over and over…
Liz wondered the other evening if graduation was as hard on the adults in this community as it is on the students. Well, Lizzie, an evening filled with so much laughter and genuineness is a sufficient reminder to me of all that is so wonderful about you ladies–and all I’ll miss so much when you’ve gone. However, having lived beyond my student years at BFA, my perspective allows me to see that though grad may feel like a ‘death’ (and certainly is in one sense), it really is mainly a reinvention, a shifting of life’s axis, a forced leap that most often eventually results in unsuspected joys.
But you’re ready. I’m sure of it. And God has more planned for you (and me!) than any of us can imagine. Thank you for sharing Monday evening with me (and any neighbors within earshot…). Please, please, please invite yourselves over as often as you wish!
I love you all,
PS: I’d like to draw my readers’ attention to the exercise machine somewhat visible in the background. Yes-siree-bob, this old jalopy still has a mile or two in her…!