So, when my parents gave me her 20th Anniversary DVD collection for a birthday gift I was pretty happy. This past Sunday I had a bit of an Oprah watching marathon. It started out with my just checking out the first disc, but then it turned into my watching the first three discs. Adrian was making fun of me, but even he wasn’t immune. After the kids were in bed that night he was drawn in and watching (and tearing up) right along with me. I love that my man watches Oprah with me! I am a little devious, though. If there was a part that I’d knew he’d be interested in (like the interview with a Holocaust survivor) I would pause the DVD and wait for him to walk by. Then I’d push play. He’d stop to watch that part, and next thing you know – he was sitting down with me! Hee hee hee.
Anyone who knows me knows that I love Oprah – at least as much as anyone can love someone that they don’t actually know. She was free therapy for me throughout my twenties. My close friends and I would watch her AND talk on the phone at the same time. “Wow! Did you hear that? That is so me. What do you think of that? That makes me cry. Ha! That’s so funny!” And so on. I think of her as an inspiring role model.