Last night, my mom and I took Taylor to see the Broadway show Wicked on the wings of someone’s kindness. It was an amazing production – one my mom and I both left saying we’d see again in a heartbeat. Near the end of the first act, when Elphaba (a.k.a. the Wicked Witch of the West) rose high above the stage crowned by an eerily beautiful blue light, every single last little white-blonde hair on my arms stood up. But when my sister squeezed my hand and laughed out loud at the billy goat professor Doctor Dillamond’s baaaaaahhhs, my heart soared.
Thank you to our anonymous angel for the gift of a memory my two favorite girls and I will never forget.