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On Saturday night, my friend Sarah and I co-hosted a terrific birthday party for her sister and Matt’s birthdays, which were last week smack next to each other.
As the night was winding down, I had one of those life moments that you know immediately will be burned in your brain forever.
The pub had a little holding/storage area between the bar and the kitchen. My friend Shrimp and I were hanging out there, for some reason, having a really nice conversation. I had my back against a wall and my feet pressed against the door of a cooler, propped up in mid-air like when a little kid climbs to the top of a doorway. I was looking down at my tall brown boots when I heard something, and looked up to see Sarah walking back to us, looking straight at me with this huge grin on her face that let me know loud and clear that she, too, was having fun. That we had done a fantastic job assembling a good time and a good crowd for two people we both love a lot.
That’s it. No fireworks or flashbulbs or applause. Just a single perfect moment where I was flooded with such overwhelming happiness that I knew I’d never forget it.