Saginaw

Journal Entry - September 18, 1885

An enchanting night unfolded upon the hallowed stage of our charming Saginaw. The grand rag unveiled a realm where dreams and reality converged. My heart swelled with an ineffable pride as I beheld my cherished Robert, a vision of ethereal grace, donning the mischievous garb of Puck in the timeless tale of Midsummer. His every gesture, a symphony of whimsy and mischief, bewitched the audience and kindled a fiery ardor within my soul. The footlights cast a warm glow upon his countenance, igniting the spark of his talent and the allure of his presence. Amidst the laughter and applause, our eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, the world dissolved into the magic we had woven together.