Five years ago, Big Fisch and I were preparing for final exams at our respective colleges. It was senior year, and along with our circle of friends, we were reminiscing on how quickly the past four years had flown by and how our impending graduation felt bittersweet.
It was sad to close the door on such a unique time of our lives. When would we ever again get to live with a bunch of our best friends, plugged into college environments we loved, staying up way too late, making memories we’d laugh about forever? We knew the paths each person would take would send us in different directions, no guarantee it’d ever bring us all back again to the same spot.
Yet it also felt so sweet. The future looked optimistic and it was fun to dream about what new adventures lay ahead. So much of our past felt like training and preparation to go out on our own and become our own person. The time had finally arrived; we were ready to jump.
Graduation, marriage, an out of state move, and two new jobs later, Big Fisch and I locked hands, sent up a plea for God’s guidance, and jumped in with all fins.…