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First Concert

Dear Taylor,

If you must know the truth, I was a bit hesitant heading to the concert last night. You see, my girls were excited beyond belief at the surprise tickets from the heavens that appeared to them miraculously at the bottom of the laundry basket. Actually, excited doesn’t really even come close to capturing the pulse that could be felt through the entire house. There were large red posters carefully penned in neat writing waiting expectantly on the kitchen table. Outfits had been picked out, debated upon, and reassembled. Hair was done, phones were charged, grandparents were called, your songs were on replay. The girls giggled and bounced and skipped in the kitchen. They could not contain themselves. They. Were. Ready.

But for a few moments, I was not. As I watched them run around the house with each other I quickly realized they had no idea of what to expect. What if (GASP!) they were so excited by the idea of what was to come that they were disappointed by the reality? Would all the hype and excitement and fade like the overpriced glow stick strobe lights I was advised to purchase?

Watching them with each other, experiencing their first concert together, I realized it didn’t matter. This pre-concert delirium was part of the experience and they were enjoying every second of it. This, no matter how good or bad the actual concert was, was going to be a night they would remember forever.

I figured the concert would be good. I had no idea it would be great. You rocked our socks off. You hit it out of the ball park. I could not have imagined you would be so in tune with your audience (sold out crowd of screaming young ladies). I love that you acknowledged their tween/teen angst and reminded them of what a better place the world would be if there was less “mean” and more “kind.” Words said over and over by parents are sometimes heard more clearly when spoken by others – especially when that person is you.

In the end, their first concert was magical. It was worth every over priced line item ($20 for parking?!) and each indulged extra (hello t-shirts and stroby glow sticks and cotton candy). I would do it again in a heartbeat.

I only wish their innocent, joyous delirium could stay, stay, stay forever.

Thanks for listening.

And see you next time you come to town.


A Swift Mood Change

This afternoon I surprised the girls with Taylor Swift concert tickets. I had the whole thing planned out and I stood in the hallway pretending to be trying to figure out something on my phone so I could capture them on video. They were shocked. They were thrilled. They were over the moon.

They were on an emotional roller-coaster.

Moments before they found the tickets, I asked them to fold some laundry (which, next to emptying the dishwasher, might be their least favorite chore). Let’s just say they were not enthusiastic about having to help. But, my oh my, did their collective mood change when Emily stumbled upon the golden tickets at the bottom of the heaping laundry basket. What a swift mood change! (Pun intended.)

See you tomorrow night in Raleigh, Taylor. I’ll be the one chaperoning the little ladies riding the wave of the swift mood change from teen and tween angst to unabashed joy!

Here’s the video. It’s long, but you need to get the full effect of the mood swing. Thank goodness for happy endings.

The end.