Argh.

Yesterday, on VALENTINE’S DAY OF ALL DAYS, our entire program came to a screeching halt because of a sudden hitch.  So we’ve been in survival mode since yesterday morning, and I’ve been running around like a chicken with my head cut off.

I quite literally picked up my child, drove home, changed his diaper, and then headed to the theatre for our Valentine’s Day dinner theatre. (Wanna know what just screams “love-and-rainbows-and-sunshine”?  A musical about divorce.  Our poor audience.)

I will say that, blissfully, our director brought in a massage therapist for us all to receive chair massages.  Which was so wonderful, really.  Perfect.

And it was still a great show.  Our audience was just obviously blindsided.  Rodgers and Hammerstein, it ain’t.

Anyway, at the close of our show, the director and sound guy and I were just sittin’ around, BSin’, like us theatre folk do, and we got to talking about the roots of our show.  You know, where it started, what it was supposed to be, etc.  I knew that it had been rewritten after the first previews, and remembered that a song had been replaced.  And I had the original song on another CD.

I pulled it out this morning to listen to it on the drive in, and I had forgotten how much I loved it.  My personally autographed copy is well-worn, but I’d put it away some months back in light of more commercial music.  And as I was driving, and trying to think of what to write today (on top of all the work crap), this song came on.  It’s one of my favorites on the CD, and it highlighted what I love about my husband:

And I’ll be that:
I’ll take your side.
If I’m the only one,
I’m used to that.
I’ve been alone,
I’d rather be
The half of us,
The least of you,
The best of me.

Because we are, at our core, complete in and of ourselves.  He is not half of me, and I am not half of him.  We are the best of what we are, and the least of eachother.  JRB has such a way with words, and I adore him.

(I was very fortunate to have an extensive email exchange with him some years back, where he was everything I always imagined him to be: funny, engaging, and incredibly open to new ideas and thoughts.  First and foremost, he loves the music.  That was his concern.  How it was conveyed is a lesser priority to him, as long as the music is widely disseminated.)

I’m also excited that we’ve sold out this weekend.  That’s fabulous.  I know JRB would be thrilled at the news. 

SLB is.