My George Bailey moment

Remember that scene in It's a Wonderful Life where Clarence shows George Bailey how the world would have been less without him? Over the weekend, I got a glimpse into how my life has touched others. 

I spent the weekend with my nephew at the Cubs Convention. I realize how lucky I am – not many 25-year-old men would look forward to hanging with their post-menopausal aunts. Even better, he casually slipped in an invitation: next time we get together for lunch, would I like to meet his girlfriend?

Who? What? He has not mentioned a girlfriend since his days at WIU. 

She's a 31-year-old ophthalmology tech* who recently relocated to the Chicago area and happens to be living behind one of my nephew's favorite local pizza places (and he takes his pizza seriously). She has two cats, both rescues. And she knows all about me. My nephew told her how I got him interested in has passions: baseball and politics.

I appeared casual about this, but I nearly cried.  

Sometimes as a barren spinster, I wonder if my life has mattered. Then something like this happens.

 

*Not sure what that is, but I'll find out.