Valentine’s Day always makes me wonder what other people's most significant "Be There Moment” is. The moment I fell head over heels in love with my (eventual) husband was my most important one. I imagine everyone's had a Be There Moment.
The Hail Mary is thrown, you run your ass off to get to the ball, close your eyes and reach out your hands with a simple prayer, “Be there.” And it is.
You get to the bank/store/airport and can’t find your check/wallet/tickets/passport. You wrack your brain wondering where in the hell it could be, run back to your car/locker/apartment and just pray, “Please be there,” and it is. They go on and on.
Mine was Super Bowl Sunday 1994, a little after midnight. A soft tap on my dorm room door. “Be there,” I prayed. And he was. Happy Valentines Day Moon. I’d do it all over again.
Wishing everyone a lovely V-Day Weekend with someone they love.
