The television was on and I wasn’t paying much attention. A human interest story came on, the sort that newscasters use to end a depressing report on a lighter note. A couple in their nineties got married, and it was the first time for the bride. Mom said,
“See! She used to be a nun and she got married. I could get a boyfriend! If I wanted one.”
I’m not sure my mom really wants a boyfriend, though I know she feels the loneliness of losing her life partner after more than fifty-five years of marriage. But I love the attitude that anything is possible. For the nun. For my mom. For me. For you.