Tonight was our Princess’ Christmas dance recital.
From the little ones dancing to a song about having chicken pox at Christmas to the precision of the older girls as they performed their jazz number, it was a wonderful way to celebrate the season. I am thankful over and over for my children being able to attend this dance studio and gym.
Our Princess was thrilled that her aunt Mess Cat and cousin Shaker and Aunt and Cousin came to see her perform. I was tickled pink too. I got to hug and visit with some of my favorite folks in the world.
My Cousin and I were talking about Julie Andrews and “Sound of Music” and “Mary Poppins” and his high standards in viewing live theater. The conversation then shifted to talking about movies we’ve seen over the years and the fact that they still have their Video Disc Player.
Oh me, the memories of that VDP! We had some awesome movie nights, all of us crashed out in their living room, watching “The Man from Snowy River” or the original Star Wars movies. Or so many others.
Turns out they still have those Star Wars movies.
I think it was my Aunt who mentioned “Superman.”
And my eyes glazed over and I left the room for a minute. Or two.
I was at least thirty-five years younger, and there was Christopher Reeve on the screen.
And I was in love.
I spent YEARS in love with the man. Superman, yes. Oh, that movie. The flying scene. Most. Romantic. Scene. Ever.
Okay, I’m telling a tale. There’s also that dancing scene in Sound of Music and every single scene in “Somewhere in Time.” (Also Christopher Reeve–in case you didn’t know. And Jane Seymour. #perfection)
My crush was no secret. Daddy often teased me about my undying affection for, as he called him, Christopher “No Lips” Reeve. I don’t know, Daddy, who looks at his lips…..I mean, really?
It was so widely known about that even Santa was in on it. There was the year that Santa put a small figure of Superman in my stocking. If you pushed his legs together, he did something but I can’t remember what. No noise, just moved his arms or something.
And he was awesome.
I wonder where he got off to. Isn’t it odd how some things just drift off over the years?
But I digress.
When I came back to the present this evening, I looked at my Aunt, and I was so thankful she reminded me of my infatuation.
Y’all, I really hope we can take selfies in Heaven. (You know, those pictures you can take with your phone of yourself and someone else. Or are they “ussies” when you include another person?) I mean, because I really want to take a picture with Superman for sure. I cannot bear the thought that such a photo opportunity can never happen just because he’s left this world.
And I’d love to snap a photo with Michael Landon. And Whitney Houston, bless her heart. And Maureen O’Hara.
And of course–if he wouldn’t mind a really quick one–
All of these people who have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. How cool would it be to walk up, hug their necks, say thanks for all the joy over the years, snap a photo, and then get back to partying with my people there?
Ah. Silliness, I guess, but in the words of someone I hold dear, “I think we’re all going to be surprised.”
So maybe I will be able to take a selfie or two.
Tonight I’m thankful for the really great movies of my growing up years. The ones that bring back all the feelings and emotions and memories from way back when. I give thanks for sugarplum fairies and littles ones dancing their hearts out and smiling so big as they do. I’m thankful for family gathering together to make little ones feel special and for conversations that remind me of what I used to love and really, that I never stopped loving.
Ah, Christopher Reeve. Tonight I’m especially thankful for a visit to my youth and a dream planted in my heart.
One day–a selfie with Superman.
(And the REAL one please, not all this “remake” junk–and yes I know CR wasn’t the first–just step away if you don’t think he was the best Superman ever–we simply canNOT be friends.)
It could happen, right?
Wishing you a joyful memory from the past to make you smile today.
Love to all.