Today was rushed. Really rushed. We have been getting ready because soon we'll be 'leaving on a jet plane.' I had meeting after meeting in my office and I had several things to review, approve and sign. I wanted to take off with nothing left undone at the office. I keep in touch, daily, with the office while away, but it's nice to go with all the stuff that can be done, done.
So when I was told that the engagement party was happening downstairs for two people with disabilities who receive service, I felt the pull to go, but I also felt the pull to stay. The stack of stuff hadn't seemed to get smaller no matter how long or hard I worked on it. But, finally, I decided to get out of my office wheelchair, into my travelling wheelchair and head down stairs.
I got there in time to hear the couple make speeches and thank everyone for coming. They both spoke about how much they loved each other, how they longed to be a couple, how thrilled they were to be there, publicly proclaiming their love.
It was such a simple lovely moment.
I stayed for a very little while and then made it back upstairs, I had several meetings yet to go. I had several things yet to read, respond to and take action on. I found myself rushing, more than I would have if I'd simply stayed.
But, I didn't mind rushing.
Today, Joe and I are leaving on a jet plane. But as I sat there I remarked to myself that these two are also leaving on a journey. These two have pledged to take that trip together.
I guess it's time to make room for a couple new seats at the adult table.
London! We're coming!
And you know, when those tires lift off the ground, I'll be leaving Canada, the true north, stronger and freer.