My friend Laurel recently sent me a message asking if I would help her with a special project.
I got to know Laurel when she was involved in filming the Time Out For Women video that I got to be part of. So, I trust her.
And it’s a good thing I trust her because I did not get very many details about this special project.
“Come to this abandoned hotel in the middle of Salt Lake. Wear these colors. Get your outfit approved by a stylist. Arrive at this time for hair and make up.”
And I did.
While I was getting my hair and make up done, the stylist brought over a blindfold for me.
“What in the world is this?” I asked.
“Didn’t they tell you that you would be blindfolded?”
Um, no. In fact, it occurred to me in that moment that I didn’t know very much about this project. I started asking questions and letting everyone know that I am pretty specific about the messages I want to be part of. But, something told me to chill out and it’s a good thing I did.
The stylist asked me to change my shirt so I shimmied around the corner to change in privacy and by “privacy” I mean an entire wall of windows. HA! While I was quickly putting my jacket on, my hand hit a wire that was hanging down and a spark shot out with a little poof of smoke. I immediately thought my hair was on fire. PANIC. Thankfully it was not.
I sent this selfie to Kim and Leisha and asked them if they liked my make up. It’s a little different than how I usually roll. #alltheblackeyeliner Little did I know that they were in the hotel giggling. Ha!
With unsinged hair, fresh make up, and my blindfold, I was escorted to another floor of hotel. I was greeted by all sorts of fancy people with fancy titles and fancy screens and fancy headsets.
They asked me to walk into this room with a giant chalkboard and sit–BLINDFOLDED–on a stool. I was told that things would be “going on around me” and I should just “react to what I was hearing.” Um…..okay. I’m trusting you, Laurel!
I nervously sat on the stool and heard silent people walking. I got the giggles. I heard a baby coo and lots of writing. Then all the footsteps left and it was silent again.
They asked me to stand up, turn around, take off the blindfold, and read the chalkboard. And well, this is what happened…
You Get Me
You laugh with me. You cry with me. You rejoice with me.
I thought, “Oh how nice. I wonder who they wrote this about.” And then I read…
You work so hard! (In my hubby’s handwriting. Sob.)
And then I saw, “Mom is the best,” in my sweet Gavin’s 1st grader handwriting and I. LOST. IT.
I put my hands over my mouth and the tears freely flowed. Through a little sob I mumbled, “Oh! These are my people. Where are they?”
They came rushing out and I was in shock.
I’m still in shock. What an incredible and emotional outpouring of love! Every person on the planet deserves to feel this way.
It was one of the most humbling experiences I’ve been part of aside from the adoption placements of my babies. Apparently my husband helped arrange for all these people to come. That guy, I sure love him.
If you have a chance to let a woman in your life know what a miracle they are to you, I hope you take it.
Write a note.
Make a phone call.
Send heart eyes emojis for no reason.
I don’t want to tell you how many times I have watched this video already and read and re-read the chalkboard, but it’s a lot. WHAT A BOOST.
Tonight Nik’s video was featured as part of BYU’s Women’s Conference. It debuted in the Marriott Center.