I am tired.  Bone tired.

The show was exactly the way we envisioned it the day of our first Listen to Your Mother Philly meeting.  It was a show with twists and turns, tears, laughter, heartache, and hope.

There are just pieces and snippets running through my head.  Getting all dolled up and having Cecily do my makeup.  Cecily ALWAYS does my makeup perfectly.  Then the cast arrived and I started getting very nervous.  I hid outside for a bit.  Cecily was scared no one would show up, Dresden seemed cool as a cucumber.  Then one by one the cast told their stories.  I wish I had sat on the side like Cecily did because I regret not seeing the faces of the audience.  I was in the first row and I wish I would have been able to see the reaction of the crowd.  I read my piece, I was so nervous.  I wound up having a delayed reaction and I shook the rest of the show and was still shaking at the after party.  Facing the crowd alone to talk to them was hard.  I no longer had a band to hide behind if I made a mistake or a group of people who counted on each other.  Just me, my words, and people staring at me.  GULP.

The stories were so varied and rich, full of strength, love, pain and humor.  Each reader had their own flavor to add to the evening and each and every person was amazing.  Each had their own take.  I was honored to be part of the cast and to be a producer.  I would do something like this again with Dresden and Cecily. It was life changing.

I was touched by who I met, saw, and talked with after.  That is about ten blogs posts.  I was so touched that some of the producers of the New York show drove to Philly to share our night.  So many stories and conversations whirling in my head.  I am just too tired to tell it all.

Before I knew it is was over.  Today I am still feeling the thrill of the whole night. I was so proud of our cast, they really brought their A game.

Sherry from BabyPop Designs took glamor pics of me.  I will just post that and shut the electronics off, and watch a movie with my sweetie.