If life were only moments…
That song needs to be my mantra. Sondheim is such a genius.
Today marks the one-year anniversary of perhaps the most important moment in my life so far. And I’m talking about a real zinger of a moment–not just one of those painfully trickled-out, life changing events like the months of process and paperwork it was to choose a college, start grad school, or work out the details of being hired to my first real job.
No, I’m talking about a year ago today when a tall, skinny, curly-haired figure resembling Tigger in demeaner bounced up to me after my first service at the Piedmont Unitarian Universalist Church in Charlotte. I sat down to enjoy some good ol’ fashioned potluck with this man to whom I shall be forever grateful, and he invited me over to what I would later learn was called The Great House to join him and several other young Charlotte folks for dinner. In that bizarre and wonderful moment, I decided to take a chance and try to establish a whole new group of friends in my new city of residence. Thank you, Nathan. Thank you for being the wonderful, friendly, open-armed, open-hearted man that you always are. I owe you more thanks than I can possibly ever express.
“Thanks” of course because the next night at dinner he introduced me to the love of my life, whom I was able to rescue from an entirely different kind of moment.
“….Even now and then a bad one. But if life were only moments, then you’d never know you had one.”
