If you look it up in the dictionary, the word means a number of things, all bad. Lately when I hear the word or say the word, I feel happy. Contented. Fulfilled. Hm-m-m. What's that about!
It was a secret while her parents and I discussed it. Then we agreed we could make it work (school in Canada goes till the end of June).
Then it was a birthday gift announced over the long-distance phone call. The call was pretty spectacular, if I do say so.
Then there was a month of eager anticipation on both sides of the border. And, finally, it happened! Her mom brought her to Seattle; she and I went to the national tour of Wicked; and everything we felt afterwards was anything but the meaning of word.
Go figure!
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