When his wife, Linda was diagnosed with cancer, Bob went into what he described as "self-therapy mode" and turned to photography to help him deal with painful new reality. His subject was himself wearing only a tutu, shot in locations across the globe. The photos made Linda laugh and feel uplifted.
“Oddly enough, her cancer has taught us that life is good, dealing with it can be hard, and sometimes the very best thing — no, the only thing — we can do to face another day is to laugh at ourselves, and share a laugh with others.”
Love isn't always expressed in words. It's not always delivered with softness, compassion and warmth. Sometimes it's even more endearing when it's not so poetic. Sometimes love is a pink tutu.
My birthday this year was very different from any birthday I'd ever had before. This time I had a date for it. Stephen took me out for dinner to a place in the city I'd had my eye on for a while. It was supposed to be the most romantic dinner spot in Winnipeg. Inside the place sparkled with white Christmas lights and a whimsical shoe theme. It was so me. I had gotten my suitcase back so I was able to wear the dress I'd purchased for the evening. I also even brought The Betseys out. I only wish I'd gotten some pictures of the night. I took a few of the decorations but they didn't turn out well. I really wanted one of Stephen and I together, all dressed up and happy. My first birthday date. I know, so high school.
After dinner we came home and Stephen locked me in the bathroom. Well, okay, I busied myself in there brushing my teeth and touching up my makeup while he set up my birthday gift spectacle. When I came out the lights were all off except for five birthday candles lit on five of 24 birthday cupcakes that Stephen had baked and frosted all himself. The little cakes were fluffy white with rainbow chips and white frosting, my favourite. They were all different sizes and some rose in a lopsided fashion but they were pure Love with a candle on top. That was his pink tutu for me.
Last night we were supposed to get together to go to Costco and then decorate my Christmas tree. I was annoyed when I learned that hockey game traffic would delay my love's arrival. While at the super warehouse, the boy decides it is fun to swat me with his mitts and call me puffy because I was wearing my Kenny from Southpark winter jacket. It's no cupcake, and what girl wants to have her guy call her puffy, but I think this is a tutu moment too. (I am an eternal optimist.) Tonight I am home solo, nursing a cold and I wish the mitt-swatter was here (not just because I really wish someone would make me some tea right now). It's just kind of quiet sometimes when he's not around and somehow that makes me even grumpier than I usually am. My grumpiness is usually wearing a tutu. I hope he can see that.
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