Last Friday, Chris and I attended the opening of our friend Misti's new show Love Song. That's right. The title is Love Song. The play is funny, sweet and a little sad, but it's all about love and being open to the possibility of love. It was a great performance, though I might be a bit biased because I think every thing Misti does is awesome and great.
Being open to the possibility of love I think can be the most challenging part sometimes. This week, my husband saw me sicker then he's ever seen me. He was there to pat my head as I emptied everything from my gut and then dry heaved into the trash bin. He forced me to drink Gatorade even though I cried at the prospect. It was ugly in here, but he was there.
Obviously still a little fevery and delusional. Happy Love thursday!