It's about hope...

Last night my husband was curious about Oprah's final Favorite Things shows from last week, and since they were still on the DVR he watched them with the remote in hand so he could fast forward the slow parts. I adore Oprah like she's one of my BFF's even though we've never met. My husband doesn't get it. He doesn't understand how I could possibly feel like someone on television is one of my friends, but she's been in my life as long as I've watched television. I feel like I know her. My husband doesn't get my love for Oprah, but he was curious and so he watched the giveaways and the audience frenzy and he enjoyed the Favorite Things shows.

I really like what Oprah said to her audience at the end of her final Favorite Things show, and I had to work the rewind button on the remote to catch it all:

"I know that none of you here expected that, did you audience? And that is really the point about these Favorite Things shows. This is the last one I will ever do. And I would like to say I know that we are a parody. You are all a Saturday Night Live skit in here. But that’s okay. It’s not really about all the stuff, although the stuff is fun and you’re going to love driving that Beetle, it really for me is about hope… It’s about knowing something really magical and joyful and wonderful can happen to you when you least expect it. Happy Holidays Everybody! Happy Holidays!"