It was all I could do not to sit there and cry through the party.

I don’t really talk about other people on this blog, because of the unspoken “don’t talk about other people” rule in blogging. But it’s time to make an exception.

I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you about Sis.

Sis is one of our office volunteers at The Chapel. She’s probably in her late 80s, but acts like a feisty 40 year old. Quick-witted, sharp, and disarmingly sarcastic. And she’s got some stories. Stories about getting her pilot’s license at 52. About being an award winning USO dancer. About life as a military wife. And about life as a kick-@%# mom.

She walked in the office yesterday with cake and ice cream. She asked me if everyone would be in that afternoon, because we were going to have a birthday party. It was Doug’s birthday.

It took me a good while to realize who Doug was.

They’d been married 65 years and, from what I’ve gathered, they were quite a pair…  But he died recently, within the past few years.

About an hour after she stuck her head in my office, the rest of the staff had come in from lunch. We passed out cake & ice cream, sat down at our conference table, and sang Happy Birthday.  Then we got her to tell some stories. You should’ve seen her face light up whenever she’d tell us about something he did.

I couldn’t help but think what this day meant for her, and wonder if I would ever walk in her shoes. Doug loved celebrations. At one point the conversation quieted down and she said “Well, Doug, we sure had a nice party for you” and it was all I could do not to sit there and cry.

The night I fell in love.

I fell in love in the midst of a food fight.

It’s embarrassingly true.

Yes, it involved Drew (for those of you who were wondering). And a beach. And lots of people with lots of really really gross food. Why? We were in youth ministry.

And here comes the mushy part:

He whisked me into the water, threw me in the waves. And then I kinda just stumbled and stuttered there for a minute. It started raining. Lots of rain. The kind of rain that stings. And it pattered and pattered and bounced off the ocean waves.  And he told me I was beautiful. And he gave me his hand and we walked out of the water.

That was it. I knew.

And I still remember that night like it was yesterday.

Do you remember the night you fell in love?

He’d rather have silence than music.

It’s true. My husband doesn’t really like music at all. His favorite radio station? NPR – when they aren’t playing music!

In his words: “If someone called me up and said that some band named U2 was playing a free concert in our area and I was the only person invited to the concert, I still wouldn’t go. Even if I didn’t have anything to do that day. I’d rather stay home & read.”

I know.

I KNOW!

How in the WORLD did I EVER fall in love with a music-hater??!!?

Well, it’s simple: What he lacks in musical passion, he more-than-makes-up-for in personality, talent, sense of humor, charm, faith, maturity, sensitivity, wisdom, and responsibility.

Yeah, he’d rather have silence than music. But I’d rather have him than a musician.

Everything has a price…?

I woke up to the radio station announcing local concerts. Ingrid Michaelson coming soon (Alece!!!) and later this month, Regina Spektor (WHY-AM-I-NOT-GOING-TO-THIS-CONCERT!?!?).

Then this random acoustic sing-songy tune came on (I don’t even know what station I’m listening to) and a man started singing “If I had a million dollars…” listing all the things he’d buy.

Then he sang “I’d buy your love.”

And that’s when I turned the radio off.

Do you think love can be bought?

*cough cough* *sneeze sneeze*

Mandy & Drew sick

Drew and I both have colds right now.

I emailed to check on him, and to tell him my head felt like it was going to fall off.

And then I asked him if his head was still attached. Here’s his response:

No, I had to hold it up to the screen so I could read your email.  But at least now I can comb the back of my head easier.  And check out my own butt.  And play pick-up volleyball anytime.  And be in two places at once.  And put my foot in my mouth.

He really does have a nice butt.

*sniff*