One from the archives this week. I hope you don't mind.
I went to the theatre one night last summer, to see The Music Man.
Normally, I avoid musical theatre. I feel about it the way some people feel about clowns - it scares me half to death. I can't help thinking, "What if real life were like this?!!!?!!?" You'd be afraid to start a conversation!
But a free ticket is a free ticket. So I went. And enjoyed it far more than I thought I would.
Sitting next to me that night was an older couple. He shook. I'm thinking he had Parkinson's. And he'd had a tracheotomy. Obviously, life has been difficult for them lately. But they were out. At a musical. And every time the music started, he'd tap his hand in time. Which I thought was cool.
And then came the big love song. And in the darkened theatre, I saw her reach over and take his hand...
So this Friday, I'm celebrating love. And its power to endure. And the way that endurance can make me want to cry, just a little.
Well, and the fact that Alan and I have been married 26 years. It's our anniversary tomorrow.
How 'bout you? What will you be celebrating?