Arlene was a jumble of excitement and anticipation as she looked out the living room window anxiously awaiting the first arrival. Her daughter had married and moved to Florida six years ago but they'd still managed to get together at least once a year. Of course she was looking forward to seeing Michelle again but this mother-daughter reunion would include six very special people. She called them her "girls" though they were women now, all of whom had been in her Girl Scout troop from Brownies through Seniors. With the first ring of the doorbell, what ensued were ebullient greetings, hugs, gifts, swaps, and nonstop conversation as one by one the gathering grew.
Arlene had made sure her six patch jackets were cleaned, pressed, and hung nearby. She had every fun patch the troop had received and her jackets collectively represented a chronicle of their many years of events, activities, and shared experiences. It wasn't long before the "girls" were pouring over the arrays of patches, conjuring memories, laughing, hugging, and reminiscing. Nostalgia became the order of the day.