Good isn't a word I've used often this week. I've been too wrapped up in the events of the world, the pain and the fear and the heartbreak that's been happening around my little bubble in the beige.
I've also been nursing my own wounds, being a girl over a boy and stressing out about tonight.
But tonight was GOOD.
Tonight was the first table read for our upcoming Listen to Your Mother show. Tonight I sat in a room with 12 other women and listened to their stories. I told mine. We hugged. We laughed. We cried. We ate. I learned about this website (sweet baby on triscuits, this site cracks me up). I drove home with a big, stupid smile on my face because, honestly, I don't quite know what else to do. What kind of facial expression is appropriate when you're at once in awe, honored and in disbelief that you're part of something just plain kick ass?
Tonight, my friends, is proof that there is light in the darkness and laughter through tears. Tonight was all kinds of good.