Saturday, February 20, 2010

hmmmm- did I get old, or mature?

Our first country concert in many, many years...

Stranger's Beer spilt onto my new purse -eeeww.

Loud screams of excitement

Cold wait for shuttle

Long, cold wait for shuttle

Running into friends- in the beer line ???? yup.

Long bathroom lines (for me, not Rex)

Cold hamburgers and fries

Cramped seats

It took me a while to adjust to the culture that I apparently am now far removed from. I love country music- grew up on it-and it makes me happy. But, I think tonight may have been a reality check for me. I kept thinking, am I old or have I just matured a bit. I wasn't awestruck by Tim McGraw, or Lady Antebellum. They were good, no doubt about it. While Tim did a great show and sang wonderful country music- he is not the person I dream about. I sat and watched- the people around me. Crazy people! Youngins who knew and sang every song word for word (loudly) Adults dressed like the youngins but not really pulling off the look. Fashion statements everywhere. People so close to the stage- repeatedly reaching up their hands just for the chance to briefly touch the performers hands- who would reach down every so often and start the cycle again. So brief, but contact made. I'm pretty sure we didn't look like we belonged there tonight- no cowboy boots, no mini skirt, neither of us in flannel shirts and definitely not sporting cowboy hats or purses made of cow skin. It was very entertaining tonight, in many ways. I watched women, lots of them almost drooling over this star. I smiled. I smiled because the man that I dream about, and would trample others to be near was sitting right next to me. As the love songs were sung, I remembered how blessed I am to have Rex in my life. My heart pitter patters for Rex- not a star on stage. I am so thankful that God gave me my very own superstar, I can touch him, put my hand in his hand any time I want, talk to him, smell him, and yes, even yell at him. He's real and he's mine. So, while some people went home tonight to dream about what could be, I will dream peacefully about what is. I think I'll call that mature.


  1. I'm thinking mature - definitely not old :)
    Isn't the view great from where we stand now? I love the perspective that seems to get clearer and clearer as time passes by. Seems like a great tradeoff for those tiny - microscopic, really - lines on our faces, doesn't it :)

  2. btw - i'm lovin the new banner, etc.
    and i love you!!


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