Sometimes when I think about the day, I feel a great sigh of release. Especially on fridays, I’m full of relief that another week has been successfully navigated, with all its obligations and hours somehow fulfilled.

It’s late. I’ve just returned from Stage West, a dinner theatre that we have season tickets to. We bought our tickets a few years ago because for my husband, it was something he remembered his parents attending on their date nights and it was important to him. 

But I grew up enjoying musicals, and spent many a Sunday watching old movies on CBC, so this was a something I had no problems agreeing to. 

The love of singing and dancing mixed with a plot comes naturally to my family, and we all like to think we’re triple threats (no matter how many people have asked me not to do any of the three things). 

The show tonight was particularly poignant though. While hilarious at many points, and the singing, dancing and acting were on point, what stuck with me most was the raw honesty and frailty of relationships. 

I love you, you’re perfect, now change. 

A funny musical about dating, marriage and growing older in relationships. It was funny up until the end, with one couple divorced, another still in love, and another meeting at a funeral. 

At the end of the day, we all want to feel that someone cares for us. We all want someone special in our life. I thought of couples I know who’ve been married for over 80 years, and others who’ve had horrible break ups or are struggling. 

I know I wasn’t supposed to while watching a musical comedy, but I had a moment where tears fell.

Life is so short sometimes. 

My enjoyable night out was also a good reminder to appreciate the love that surrounds me and to be grateful for what I have for as long as I have it. 

Because you never know if you’ll be talking to someone new at the funeral of a friend of a friend, 

or lucky enough to grow old with the love of your life.