Last night we were watching an old movie with Janet Leigh and Robert Mitchum called Holiday Affair. Yes, we do Christmas in July, in fact, Christmas year-round, at our house. Anyway, the heroine was a widow who was on the brink of consenting to marry a man she didn’t really love, but liked very much and felt secure with until . . . enter the new man who is less than secure but more desirable to her. She battles with herself over what to do and decides for her own sake and that of her young son to stick with Mr. Security. As she’s walking away, the romantic hero calls after her with understood sarcasm, “I hope you have a nice, quiet life.” I looked at Bruce and laughed. I said, “I’d love for someone to wish me that: a nice, quiet life.” That’s really all I’ve ever wanted – well, since I turned 25 anyway.
I’ve led quite the ordinary life, actually. Quiet, simple, and yes, nice. I’ve had my moments, my lows and my highs, just like everyone else. I’ve had good opportunities – some I’ve taken and some I foolishly passed by. I’ve had ambitions – some realized and some not (yet). Still, even in claiming all this ordinariness for myself (and it’s true), I have to admit that my nice, quiet life has been somewhat extraordinary as well. It’s been extraordinary in love and in dreams realized. I’m an extraordinarily blessed woman.
One of the gifts of this summer to me has been the announcement of my newest play to be performed this Christmas season at Stained Glass Theatre. This relationship with SGT is surely one of those extraordinary ornaments on my ordinary life. I’m eager to see this newest production unfold. Another gift was a beautiful vacation to Savannah with my husband and the celebration of our 15th wedding anniversary while we were there. I also entered July anticipating the start of my doctorial program through Lindenwood University this fall. Isn’t it amazing how exciting a nice, quiet life can be?