Champagne is one of
those simple, sensational, celebratory things that once it’s opened, demands to
be shared, enjoyed and completely consumed because it doesn’t save…a lot like
life.
We keep a bottle of good
champagne chilled and ready in the fridge, because anything is possible. Oh, there
have been times we couldn't really afford it. Times I wondered if we'd ever
open it. And times I just wanted to pop the cork to drown my sorrows. But
eventually, they’ve all been opened. And all for marvelous reasons.
This started, one night several
years ago, in my little local grocery store. Life as of late, had been pretty
crummy to say the least and on top of that, we had no money. We were living on
a budget stitched together by borrowed time and barely treading water. And as I
pushed my cart past all of the stuff we couldn’t have and dropped in all of the
things I didn’t want but needed to get through the week, although I was
grateful for what little I was able to put in, it began to feel like we were
never going to get out of this. A sense of hopelessness suddenly slithered over
me with a depressing pain of permanency. And then, Steve Winwood’s BACK IN THE
HIGH LIFE AGAIN started playing over the PA system.
“And we'll drink and dance with one
hand free
And have the world so easily
And oh we'll be a sight to see
Back in the high life again”
We will! Yes we will! You bet your ass
we will!!! This was more than I could take and I needed something tangible.
Something to help me see myself celebrating someday, today!
I frantically put a bunch of
stuff back, knowing full well I would have to stretch through the rest of the
month and got good champagne instead. And
it sat in the fridge, right where I could see it, every day, for what felt like
forever.
But I've never had champagne
taste so good.
So the current bottle sits there
on my shelf as a chilled, effervescent symbol of hope knowing full well, there
will come a day, when we will open it. I look forward to finding out why we'll
open this one. Because anything is possible.
And if I don’t get to see that
day, they’ll raise a glass at my funeral. To a life that was simple and
sensational and overflowing with celebrated moments and shared and enjoyed and
completely consumed because it wouldn’t save…just like champagne.
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