Cameras flashed, lightbulbs popped, the paparazzi demanded attention. My wife was walking her first red carpet.
I stood off to the side, faithfully holding her purse while she enjoyed her well-deserved moment in the sun. She even nailed the famous actress pose – relaxed shoulders, a confident smile, the slight turn of the body.
The irony? We were nowhere near Hollywood. We were in rural Ohio attending our kid’s middle school spring gala. Tinseltown it was not.
Good luck trying to convince her though. She was head of the PTA and planned on savoring every second.
And who could blame her?
The Weekday One Hundred 