Now I want to be an ice skater.
That's what happens when I see anything cool.
I want to be that thing.
Right now, I'm dreaming of sliding smoothly across ice wearing sparkly clothes.
I wish I were magic and could turn these hard wood floors into ice, and then take every day activities, like cleaning the bathroom or setting the table and set them to music...
and shake my jazz hands
Months ago, we bought the older boys tickets. The plan was for them to go with their Aunt Lynsey.
The tickets cost some substantial chu-ching, so the older boys were the only ones who were going to get to go.
But lo and behold...
Someone I love at church pulled me aside and said she had some tickets to High School Musical on Ice for Thursday night. Did I want them?
Did I want them?
I knocked people out of my way in the name of Jesus to find Aaron and tell him the good news.
Thank goodness church hadn't started yet, or I would have text messaged him during the children's chat.
Most husbands would have to feign excitement over getting tickets to a musical on ice...but not Aaron.
We also got to ask another couple to go with us!
That would have been a hard decision, since there are in fact TWO other men we know whose favorite movie is the Newsies.
Since Matt is far away this week, the choice was easy.
Kirby and Charlie agreed to go.
The show was incredible.
Basketballs fell out of the ceiling.
The thighs on the skaters were applaudable.
There were fireworks, flips and fifty dollar snow cones.
Our favorite part of the evening was when this lady came and stood right in front of us.
She was facing us.
Just standing there, irritated...with her tickets in her hand.
She sort of looked through Aaron, who was sitting right in front of her and said...with an ample amount of attitude...
"SOMEONE is in our seats."
The old me would have said back to her, in a very sarcastic tone...
"SOMEONE'S been sleeping in my bed too..."
But I didn't.
She stood there looking very annoyed and accusatory.
Oh, this was going to be interesting.
I settled into my seat for the show.
Without making eye contact, she had in fact challenged my precious husband.
He calmly shut down the pretense.
He said gently, yet firmly...
"Really? What seats are you supposed to have?"
That's when I thought, "How sad for this lady. She has NO IDEA who she is up against right now. This is Aaron Hendrick, we're talking about. The man that probably checked and rechecked 14 times that we were in the right seats before letting us sit down. This is Aaron Hendrick the RULE follower. Seating assignments on tickets are RULES to Aaron. They are where you sit. If no one else showed up for the show, except for us, and I suggested that we move in closer, since the auditorium was empty...Aaron would have to take stomach medication because my suggestion of "bending the rules a bit" would cause great upset in his abdominal area. I mean, he'd eventually cave and move up...but he'd be miserable for the rest of the show, just waiting for some police officer to come up and arrest him for seat trickery. Seriously...this lady has no idea what she is suggesting here. Aaron break the rules and sit in the wrong seats? No freakin' way. If she's right, and Aaron's wrong, my world, as I know it will CRUMBLE right here in Reed Arena."
She replies...again, not looking straight at Aaron, sort of talking loudly to the ceiling...
"Row J. Seats 7 and 8."
I started to feel a little nervous.
We were indeed sitting in row J, seats 7 and 8.
But Aaron calmly says...
She fumbled for a second...
"Oh. No. Section 106."
"This is 107. 106 is to your right," Aaron said.
She apologized to the sky and walked away.
I said, under my breath..."You can't touch this, sista."
My husband is the MAN. The man.
The sit in the right seat kind of man.
Unlike his wife...who once got tickets to a show at Rudder, acted like I knew what I was doing...drug Aaron into the theater with me...to watch a Christian dance performance...
We got in there and these people were on the stage doing some dirty dancing.
It was rated R. They were gyrating and doing things unheard of right before our very eyes.
I was thinking, "Wow. Charra has changed."
Disgusted, Aaron looked at my tickets and explained to me we weren't just in the wrong seats...we were in the wrong theater.
From then on, it was all Aaron when it comes to tickets and seats.
Seriously though...the show tonight was amazing.
Any time Disney does anything on ice...it's so worth going to see!
I will be the first to admit that I am easily moved by anything big, dramatic and grand.
I'm moved by mass worship.
At Disney on Ice
Any time there's lots of people in a room expressing emotion in one, heartfelt, unified way...
It moves me. My eyes watered up several times tonight. Really. It's ridiculous.
Tonight I heard little girls screaming and cheering when relationship issues were restored.
Several times, I zoomed out, away from the show, pulled back, apart from the cheering and watched everyone watching. Fireworks illuminated faces...faces filled with hope.
I saw an audience in love with love.