It was the kind of day where you just wake up rattled. Disheveled, really. You trip over last night’s high heel getting out of bed and nearly fall into the closet as you hop around on one foot, writhing in pain. A stack of last seasons sweaters comes crashing down on you from the shelf above, and you silently curse high heels and whoever the genius was that invented them. You nurse your throbbing foot and contemplate crawling back into bed. But that would just mean crossing the land mine that has become your floor again. And let’s be honest, you’re not really sure you would make it back alive.
So you rally with all the grace and humor you can muster, and pull yourself up by the bootstraps just in time to burn your hand chasing after a squalling tea pot. You scream out loud in the same D-Day invasion air-raid pitch as your Chantal kettle, and quickly drop it back on the burner sending scalding hot water crashing all around you. You sigh, look around you in disbelief to see if anyone else has seen what has just happened to you, and push the hair back from your face. You pick your tea bag up off the ground and throw it in a mug, along with the last few remaining drops of hot water.
This is going to be a good day.
It was the kind of day where you just stay rattled. Disheveled really. The kind of day where you show up in jeans when the rest of the world agreed to wear dresses. You trip over yourself getting out of the car and nearly fall over when you see what everyone else is wearing. A stack of dresses that you could’ve worn comes crashing down on you, as you silently curse high heels and whoever the genius was that created them. You nurse your throbbing ego and contemplate hiding in the bathroom all night. But that would just be silly. And let’s be honest…you’ve had more than your fair share of silly today.
So you rally with all the grace and humor you can muster, and pull yourself up by the bootstraps just in time to hear the welcome speaker. He approaches the vintage condenser microphone and gently begins to speak of charity and of kindness, of doing what’s right just because you know that it is, and of what really matters. He speaks of children’s hospitals, illness and struggle. And the need to let kids have a chance to just be kids. And suddenly, the silliness of the whole day comes crashing down on you. You sigh, look around in disbelief to see if anyone else has seen what has just happened to you, and push the tears back from your face. And now you know….
This IS going to be a good day.
Recently Justin & I had the chance to attend a wine tasting fundraiser event for the foundation of one of our amazing new clients. Dan is actually a quarterback in the NFL and so he started this foundation a few years ago to benefit the Connecticut Children’s Medical Center. Currently they are working on raising $400k to build a play area in the hospital.
A place where kids can just be kids.
When Dan took the microphone and began explaining his vision for the kids, I don’t think there was a dry eye in the house. My weary ones included.
Steve D’Agostino and his band were awesome and totally channeled Frank Sinatra.
There was both a live and silent auction…
with TONS of cool stuff!
Dan and some of the board members, who also played college ball with him at UCONN. I would’ve brought up how I was actually a huge WVU fan….but y’know they were some pretty big guys. :)
Dan and his beautiful Tiffany….how GORGEOUS of a bride is she going to be?! We can’t wait to shoot their wedding this July!!
One of my favorite parts of the night: they had a artist there doing caricatures of all the guests!
Whattya think….pretty good, right?! That’s me & Joey in the front with our wine and Justin in the back with his camera.
Dan & Tiffany, we had an AWESOME time! Thank you so much for the food, the wine….and most importantly, the perspective.
So much love