I got to tell a tiny story last night. 

On a tiny stage. 

In a tiny theater. 

About people I love. 

We laughed.

I cried (just a little). 

It was so weird and wonderful. 

The best part? 

In the front row were friends I grew up with. 

In the back row were friends I met at Waynesburg College.

We went for tacos after. 

Sitting next to my first college roommate, he reminded me that he’d met my friend John a couple times before. 

First time at my wedding. 

Last time … at my Dad’s funeral.

After the show had ended … and I walked into the lobby and saw John and Lisa, Matt and Jenn, Scott and Aline, Mike and Laura, and Mike #2 (who had Kelly drop him off) … all of ’em standing there … waiting to greet me …  the first thought I had was how rare and precious a thing it is to have friends from different seasons of your life together in the same room. 

Pretty much weddings and funerals, as my first college roommate validated. 

So to get to share a tiny theater and some tacos with humans responsible for crowd surfing me through my youth …

… and who are still showing up for me …

… well.

Forgive me if I cry a little.  

That’s no tiny story.