Do any of you have a person that you admire, obsess over, dream of meeting? No, Jon Bon Jovi doesn’t count because he’s like on another level of what I’m talking about. Let me give you an example. Maybe 6 or 7 years ago I went to a conference to see Brené Brown. I LOVE her. She feels like someone who might be your neighbor or even best friend. I don’t know what she would be like if she were my neighbor but everywhere I have seen her speak in person or watched a video, she is exactly the same, down to earth version you always see. When I met her face to face to have her sign my book, I joked, I laughed, I gushed; I basically fan-girled my way through the meeting. It was slightly embarrassing, but that’s what we do, right?
So I started researching Sandra Dallas a little more. She was also coming out with a new book called The Brides House. It seemed like the perfect time to meet one of our favorite authors. I tracked down her email. Don’t ask because I don’t remember how I got it. Perhaps it was on a website or somewhere in her book or a church directory, I just don’t recall. Anyway, I emailed her and fan-girled all over her and asked if she would be willing to speak at one of our book club meetings in Georgetown. She replied very quickly and, while very gracious, declined committing to a book club discussion. She did say that IF she was in town at the same time as book club she would consider it but she really didn’t do much of that anymore. Well, I couldn’t drag 10 friends to the mountains for a very slight possibility of meeting Sandy, as I like to refer to her, so I just read the book myself.
It was one of my favorites. It’s rich with the history of Georgetown and it’s long line of family legacies. Many of their ancestors still have homes and businesses there today.
It was disappointing, but now I knew where she spent her Sundays so…
Flash forward to last weekend. You know the infamous 3-day-old sports bra weekend? Yeah that one. Well, as luck would have it, Easter (10 years after that first stalking attempt), was the day that the universe decided I should meet Sandy. When it came time to greet one another and Pass the Peace, I looked up and there she was. She held out her hand, looked at me and said, “I am so glad that you are here.” I had no words other than Happy Easter. Andy and Reese stared at me. I think they were waiting for me to faint or fawn all over her. I was cool, until we got in the car. I told them that she was happy that I was there. Reese replied, “she said the same thing to me, mom” and rolled her eyes. Whatever, I knew she meant it when she said she was happy I was there.
Dreams do come true.