I’m in a music venue listening to a tribute band in Queen persona. The place is full and buzzing. Everybody but my husband and I seem to be dancing. I’m on my third glass of wine and taking it all in.
A young woman approaches my non-young, non-dancing husband and demands that he join her in dance. I could tell how uncomfortable he was, but she wouldn’t let him go. Was it just fun or was it mocking?
Then the magic happened. Our daughter, seeing the situation, cut in. She and her dad, with much tenderness and forgotten baggage, danced under the lights. I took a mental picture of the glow between them, love tested and won.
Through the haze of wine and smoke, I saw love and redemption. I don’t need anything else now. I am home.