Friday evening I met Jo for BBQ in Greenwich Village. Jo has a heart that could melt a glacier, and every time she smiles at me I believe the world is good.
After dinner we walked the streets of Greenwich Village in the cold December air, past the sex shops and tattoo parlors and pizza-by-the-slice joints. An indie film theater was showing "It's a Wonderful Life." It started in ten minutes.
For the next two hours we sat next to each other in the darkness, holding hands, and watched a story about the importance of being grateful for all that we've been given.
When the lights finally came back up, Jo squeezed my hand and smiled, and at that moment I would've lassoed the moon for her.