It’s not what happens to you but how you react to it. An evening out with Paul, ending with the fireworks… and I LOVE fireworks! The band is playing one last song and the fireworks begin. Everything is going so perfectly. It was an overcast day, so the night sky clouds only gave the fireworks more contrast. But then… First, I completely ignored a couple of drops, but they grew harder until a zipper was pulled back in the mighty sky. It no longer resembled drops but rather giant sheets. There was nowhere to go until we noticed the vacant tent from where the band was only moments ago. It was like we all saw it at the same time and by the time we took the 20 steps, there was little room left. Still, we weren’t deterred. We squeezed in. Paul stood submerged in water up to his ankles, and I with one foot on the platform and the other joined Paul’s feet. We all looked towards the sky, watching the fireworks through the sheets of rain, celebrating each one with a large cheer, an oooh, or an ah. It is now something to place in our memory jar. Remember that time we were watching those fireworks… it will allow us, even more, laughs as we recall that evening. If asked, I would exclaim that the evening was perfect! It could not have been better! Paul would say the same!
