At some point in my post-college days my family went to see “O” (the Cirque du Soleil production that takes your breath away using a huge water pool on the stage in conjunction with all the creative things they do).
And they had the nerve to go without me.
I don’t remember why I wasn’t there. Maybe it was when I was on my mission. Maybe it was after I was married and pregnant. I can’t remember except that it was just something I missed out on.
But what I do remember were the glowing reports of how unreal the show was.
Now, I have seen other Cirque du Soleil shows before. And they were outstanding. But apparently, according to my family, this was the one to beat all others. This was the mac daddy of Cirque du Soleils.
So, naturally, I made it a goal to go some day.
And Dave knew it.
So last week for our anniversary he surprised me by taking me there. To Las Vegas. To the Bellagio. To “O.”Dave also knew that one of my very favorite things ever is to watch the “dancing fountains” at the Bellagio. There’s something so beautiful and calming and creative about that display that I can’t get enough of.
So he booked our room overlooking just that.
…but especially Dave. I sit and wonder sometimes what I ever did to deserve him.
I know that sounds as cheesy as it gets, but man oh man I hit the jackpot.
He has the kindest heart I know. And he can see the “big picture” in life better than anyone I’ve met.
On our wedding day 14 years ago I thought I was head over heels in love.
But when I look back I realize how much deeper love can be.
Has it been butterflies and rainbows the whole time? Heck no! We don’t agree on a lot and we’re both as stubborn as they come.
But I’ll tell you what: I still get a little heart-jump when I see him across the room. And I adore him more than I can ever even try to express.
Love you babe. You’ll always be my “number one.”