Curtis and I had a Saturday miracle – we’ve both been around all day, but it hadn’t been a “together” day, you know? So at dinner we were trying to think of something to do together that didn’t involve paying for anything - ha! - and Curtis suggested taking the book he’s reading out loud to me (how sweet!) to a park in the next neighborhood that we’ve never been to, and so we took chairs and off we went. And we got there, there was a free “old school r&b” concert just beginning! So we set up our chairs and clapped along and sang “1,2,3,4 – c’mon baby say you love me / 5,6,7 tii-iimes”! it was totally fantastic, and much to our amusement, we were definitely in the minority - two pasty canadians sticking out like sore thumbs. :) it was the most propitious thing – we had a great evening! Curtis made the comment several times that there was more genuine community in that park than we had seen a long time...
The sweetest gifts of life are the ones you never see coming.
2 comments:
I agree on the sweetest things. And we rush around and miss them most of the time. It is the same with The Girls. The best moments happen when you sit still for a minute, preferably on a chair in a park.
Amen on the sweetest things :)
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