My grandmother used to say that life passes by in a flash. And now I realize that it does. There was once a pudgy toddler with thick, brown curls who rode his favorite plastic all-terrain vehicle through our yard. Soon he was belting out Michael Jackson songs as he break-danced atop our picnic table. Next he was singing about magical Mister Mistoffeles, and pouring over “Les Miserables” the original text by Victor Hugo.
Early on, he developed a skill for Red Sox commentary. Who knew that he would fine- tune his craft and continue to share it with family and friends? His stage acting began with “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” at Vokes Theater in Wayland and continued with “Romeo and Juliet,” “Pentecost,” “Rags” and many more in high school.
In his first leading role at Tufts in “Inspector General,” we first glimpsed Jackie in very heavy disguise. In “Arcadia” we finally got to see them both together, performing and taking their bows. She graduated and moved to LA, yet the friendship continued. It was meant to be, as their friends have said. When she arrived in New York to attend journalism school, she contacted him. They have been a couple ever since. Visually, they look alike with their dark hair, big brown eyes, and slim bodies. Together, they can usually share one chair.
I’ve always hoped that my children would find true love. Last winter, Aron told his Grandpa Maury that Jackie is the love of his life. They complete one another, intellectually and emotionally. As a mother, I get to see my son truly happy, and I am very lucky to welcome Jackie as a daughter.
