Moments Captured and Not Captured

There was a lasting moment last weekend after my wife’s performance in Hope Summer Rep’s production of Always Patsy Cline. The memory of the occasion will last even though there’s only a few dark and blurry photographs of the moments immedieatly after. 

A bevy of family members had come into town for the show from several points on the compass. They included or grandchildren, eager to see Grandma T on stage. After the show the family fan club waited for my wife to appear and when she exited the theatre from the backstage door she was about a block away.

Our grandson saw her, and holding a bouquet of flowers took off running at a full gallop to greet her. As speedy as he was, the run seemed to last forever.

Now every adult had a camera on hand. But no one captured the run. Afterwards we all admitted that the length and speed of his running had us all holding our breath, afraid our sprinting grandson would take a tumble before he reached his grandma. 

He made it. In high style. The photo above shows him and his sister, (who eventually caught up at a slightly safer pace) giving their Grandma T big hugs. 

It’s a moment we all captured in our hearts, if not on video. It’s also one none of us will ever forget, but always share.

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