These are two of my parents (I have three).
They got married on the beach when I was 9. And it was beautiful.
It was their 10th wedding anniversary on 28th March 2019 – and instead of spending the evening together, my mom came with me to an Ed Sheeran concert. (Thanks for spending your anniversary with 50,000 people that aren’t your husband, mom!)
We arrived way too many hours early, ate an abundance of Mc Donalds fries (because food = important) and passed the time until the gates opened by watching other people get excited.
I’ve never been much of a concert goer. The whole situation (all the people, the almost-deafening noise, more people – okay, just all the people) kind of freaks me out.
But this was great.
We climbed lots of stairs to find our seats, stocked up on popcorn and chocolate (snacks = also important) and became unofficial-professional photographers for several people throughout the evening (mom, incredibly dedicated, was crouched and crawling and standing on her tippy-toes to get the very best angles).
I drank a lot of water (because hydration is even more important than chocolate and popcorn and everything else I consumed) and took many, many trips to the bathroom (which, let’s be real, is never a fun part of attending a concert).
Describing the feeling that burst from my chest and morphed into a giant grin across my face when Ed Sheeran appeared to the side of the stage isn’t very easy. Nor is finding the right words to explain the oh-my-goodness-this-is-incredible-!-! feeling I had throughout the show.
But I definitely felt something. And it was magnificent.
I’m so glad I went; so thankful my mom came with me, and so proud that I stayed up past my self-inflicted bedtime for this.