Last night...

I want to thank all of you who left comments on my post from yesterday about my parents' 51st wedding anniversary. It means so much to me that you'd take a minute to wish them well and, given the rough year we've had, it makes me emotional and touches my heart that much more.

I don't often write completely non-beauty-related posts here, but I wanted to share an especially emotional (and sort of funny) moment from last night...

My parents, who are both in their early 70s, had a great night and even though it took some time for them to get relaxed and enjoy listening to the band, they eventually got up and danced a few songs, including when the band played this:

My parents are big fans of the Righteous Brothers (I remember them playing their albums way back when I was a young child) and when this song started playing, and I watched them slow dance together on the dance floor, it really got to me. As I watched them, my brain did what I can only explain as a "movie moment" instant rewind of the years. For a brief moment, I imagined my parents dancing to this song back in 1965 (the year the song was released). They would have still been newlyweds at that time, married for just four years. I imagined my dad standing tall in his Air Force uniform, with his blue eyes and fair skin. I imagined my mom with her petite frame and her long, flowing black hair and beautiful olive skin. I imagined them dancing together, excited for what the future would hold in the years before my brother and I were born and how the years ahead of them were filled with exciting possibilities.

Then my mind shot back to present day, and I watched them dancing together, some 50 years later, surrounded by their family and the children they raised together. My parents are still so very much in love, and I could see that as they looked at each other and danced to this sweet, familiar melody.

Now for the funny part (in case any of you are crying like I am right now). 

As my mind was going through this emotional time travel, Mr. G had taken a restroom break. Before he excused himself, everything was fine--we were all laughing and joking and having a blast. Cut to him returning from the restroom, and he finds me sitting at a table, by myself, sobbing my eyes out (trying my best to do a "clean cry" and not ruin my makeup).

So he comes back, takes one look at me and says, "What in the HELL is going on???' I briefly explained to him what I was imagining in my mind as my parents were dancing, and he stopped me mid-sentence. We've been together for so long now that he knew, the moment I started to explain, that if I were to continue talking about this, things would only get worse. So he grabbed my brother and said, "Say something to make her laugh. NOW." And, as brothers always do, my little bro made me laugh and get me out of this emotional journey I was taking in my mind.

Thanks so much for taking a moment to read this. I'm not sure why I felt the need to share this with you, but I consider you all part of my "extended family" at this point, so if I'm going to cry, I'm NOT going to cry alone. *hands you a tissue*

G. xoxo