When I returned from the BlogHer conference my family KNEW I would have tons of wonderful and embarrassing stories to share with them, but mostly they were proud. Proud, I think, because I have shown them it is never too late to follow your dream.
Bitchy was actually proud of the fact that her mother managed to snag a TON of free make-up, crocs, nutritional food (whatever), flash drives, fake eyelashes, candy, fake nails, lip balm, etc., and laughed when I tried to describe my harrowing cab ride from the hotel to the airport – that cabbie should seriously look into flying planes.
Sassy was not surprised when I told her the story of how we almost set the restaurant on fire when we might have accidentally put the paper menu on top of a well-disguised candle. Who knew it was real? She was proud of the fact that I did not hide in my room, but went to dinner each night with new friends and thoroughly enjoyed myself.
And Tightwad? (Oops, I mean the Blessed One...)He was grinning from ear to ear as I told him my stories of spotting so many fellow bloggers, Paula Deen, Tim Gunn, and the older woman who stood BARE NAKED in the lobby of the Sheraton. (No, it was NOT me.) He laughed out loud when I shared that singer Chris Mann said I reminded him of his best friend’s mother. And you know what? That was the nicest thing he could have said to me.
But, when all was said and done and I lay my head on my pillow, I thought of you. I knew, in my heart, that you were the proudest one of all.
And that did, indeed, make me cry.