Tonight I had a surprise for Jessica!
We actually almost missed it! We came on time, but had no idea there was some kind of bike race happening downtown. We couldn’t get through with the car, so finally just parked best I could really far away. By then we had to run!
I looked at Jess and said, “No matter what happens, do not let go of me.”
She said, “Got it. But don’t let go of me, either.”
We locked our hands together tight, and then I said, “Remember when you ran that race with me?”
She said, “Oh no, not again.”
Then I said, “are you ready?”
And just like that, my little trooper took off!
We raced through the crowds, running more than nine blocks to get to the PAC in time.
But we made it, and because we were running she didn’t even see the signs outside showing which musical it was. She has never been to one before, and she was so excited!
Excepting that our run through the crowds – complicated by barricades that meant we had to double up on some blocks – ruined the effect of our fancy outfits and pretend makeup and perfume we had fancied up with for the evening.
But we made it.
And I am glad Grandma didn’t have to run nine blocks with us!
She loved it, and we had a blast!
Watching a show about the death of a parent was maybe not the best thing, though.
Or maybe it was exactly perfect.
We had a very good talk as we walked the miles back to our car.
And I was nervous because we had to walk back through the bar scene to get to our car, so I made her ride on my back the whole way, and say a prayer as we walked.
When we got back to the car (for which I was very grateful), she asked to listen to my CD of Nathan singing the hymns. I put it on, and she began to sing along, and I cried at the miracle that we were all rescued in time for her to grow up in the church, and wondered at what is in store for her that she has already earned such a blessing.
When the first song finished, she piped up and said, “I sure love that guy, even if he kisses you sometimes.”
And so we sang along, in peace and unafraid, as we made our way back home.