I've been
looking forward to this date for a long time. It's such a wonderfully pleasing date, both written and spoken. I love the number 11. I love the time 11:11. It is one of those times you seem to notice on the clock—probably because it is so aesthetically pleasing—but somehow it seems magical. I often followed the silly superstition to make a wish at that exact moment. Do you think a wish made at 11:11 on 11.11.11 would have an even better chance of coming true?
Martin had to travel to Hong Kong for work and will not be with us, participating in our wishes or whatever silly wonderful things we do to celebrate the day. And for him, it's already been 11.11.11 for 14 hours. I think he is spending most of this numerically pleasing day hard at work.
The boys and I have been talking about how 11.11.11 only comes around every 100 years. About other dates that have been similar, such as 10.10.10, 09.09.09 and 08.08.08, which happened to be
my friend Wendi's birthday—and which she actually spent (partially) with us. Today happens to be her boyfriend Ron's birthday. (Happy birthday, Ron!)
The boys and I talked about how we are almost out of dates that will be like this, at least for a long long time, so we've got to appreciate them while they are here. 12.12.12 will be here next year, and then, we will have a really long time to think about how we might want to celebrate Martin's 59th birthday, because the date will be 2.2.22. But 11.11.11 is undeniably the most satisfactory of these sorts of dates.
I have mentioned my excitement about this date to several people, who all seem underwhelmed. But a couple of years ago, I stumbled across someone whose musings about dates and words and funny connections is much more profound than mine. She is
Amy Krouse Rosenthal, and she has been working on a
lovely film project, which started on 08.08.08 and will wrap up today, 11.11.11. She is having a final gathering at Millennium Park. I have been following her story for a long time, and Wendi even went to the 10.10.10 gathering on my behalf, as well as for herself. Today, I plan to return the favor, since Wendi cannot attend. The boys and I have plans to be at the Bean today at 11:11 am, armed with our white pillowcases and sharpies, as instructed. This will undoubtedly draw her largest audience yet.
Amy Krouse Rosenthal pointed out something else about the date 11.11.11. It's all ones. Well, I knew that. But I mean, she put it in this way: we are all one. And that made me think of something else, somehow bringing this all full circle, at least for me. It's not Hong Kong, it's Japan, but
this video with the chorus "we are all one" makes me feel a tiny bit closer to Martin on this day of oneness, and it will probably be on our dance list for the evening.
As for the day...we'll just have to see what it has in store for us.