Yesterday was a day of Great Importance for my husband. He explained to me that aside from the Life Changing Events: such as marriage to myself, obviously, and meeting each of our children for the first time, and I suspect the arrival of his iPad, though he didn’t mention it at the time… aside from these few things THIS was a day he had been waiting for all his life.
You have to understand, my husband is a man with few loves. He’s fairly lukewarm in his regard for almost everything on the planet. But those few things he loves, he loves intensely, devotedly, deeply… He is a super fan (I’m just glad the kids and I make the short list).
Yesterday he had the opportunity to see his favourite band in concert, with a full orchestra, at Red Rocks (which is some famous outdoor theater in Denver that has great significance to concert dorks… blah, blah… something about U2… blah, blah) and he got it all at some killer deal so we can actually afford it (sort of). I don’t have to understand all that to realize that this was an epic pilgrimage for my man.
AND THEN he got a backstage pass!
He’s over the moon! And I’m wife-of-the-year for enabling him!
Did I mention he’s in Colorado? And our 4 children are not. At 4:30 this morning, as I rocked the fussy boy, I briefly questioned the wisdom of this decision (and made a mental not to feed the boy more prunes)… but not for long. You see, he would have given this up in a second if I had made the slightest complaint (see note above RE: intense devotion). Which makes me want it for him even more; he really deserves it!
It’s funny how the happiness of someone we love can taste even sweeter than our own.
How simple it is to see that we can only be happy now, and there will never be a time when it is not now.
Today, for the sake of my husband, I have to choose The Airborne Toxic Event as one of my favourites too. They are storytellers, poets and the kind of real musicians that so many bands pretend to be.
Maybe it’s the adoption angle. Or the fumbling through parenting. Or the fact that this is one of the rare films you can take your kids to without wanting to stab your own eyes out (Alvin and the Chipmunks “Chipwrecked” comes to mind). Or that it was a rare chance for me to do something without kidlets in tow. But I really enjoyed this sweet quirky movie.
Perfectly Timed Photo
Silly, juvenile, cute, twisted… there are all kinds on perfectlytimedphotos.com and let’s face it, it’s kind of a waste of time. But it made me laugh.
So here’s me, half a dozen text messages (with just as many exclamation points) hardly tell the story, but I have a feeling we will be reliving every minute of the Very Important Concert all weekend.