All the Iron Bowl excitement took me back—way back—to my own sojourn at Auburn. I would describe graduation day as a moment of melancholy exhilaration because part of me was thrilled to be done with classes and exams, but part of me had sense enough to realize that four of the best years of my life were over.
Many more great years were yet to come, but there will always be something special about those college days, when I was young and on my own for the first time, living in a community of other young people, all trying to figure out what we were going to be when we grew up.
Of course, I’m thinking of Missey, who was my dear friend and roommate at Auburn. She LOVED the Tigers and would’ve been right out there on that field last night. (I would’ve followed her, but I would’ve been fretting, “Are you sure this isn’t against the rules?”)
I can still see our first entertainment center—a repurposed bread rack from Food Town in Hueytown, rendered stylish by another sister-friend and roomie, Ginger. My goodness. I don’t think we had any idea how much fun we were having. Then again, maybe we did. I remember a whole lot of laughter in that apartment.
We never know what’s coming on the road ahead. It’s so important to take a moment and just be grateful—for life and laughter and beautiful fall afternoons. And for friends—dear friends you’ll love forever.