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A little bit of then, now

Last night, my parents and I traveled to Houston, TX to see my husband do a show at a dance hall. It had been a long time since I’d set foot in a real dance hall.

 Joe Diffie at Tumbleweed Texas

As we walked in the doors, I had this strange sense of going back in time. I was transported years, remembering many shows at Texas dance halls to see my now-husband doing shows. The last several years, I’ve only seen my husband perform in theaters or at festivals. A club or dance hall… its been at least three years.

I almost forgot the charm and vibe of a Texas dance hall. Its seriously something special, and walking in felt a little weird. But it also felt like pulling on a comfortable old pair of boots.

Joe Diffie at Tumbleweed Texas

I found myself remembering (and missing) dancing with my girlfriends. I did get to sneak a couple dances with my husband at least, which was SUCH a treat. And getting to spend the evening with my parents… always priceless memories and times that I love.

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The show was great, and I found myself walking the line between being there as a music fan and being there as part of the crew. I enjoyed the show, but I also watched the crowd. I held my breath when the new single was performed, hoping for a positive reaction. But I also sang along, since I absolutely love it myself.

Joe Diffie at Tumbleweed Texas
But of course, I was there for one guy. It doesn’t matter the artist. It doesn’t matter how many years we’re married. I’m his biggest fan, and I’ll come to as many shows as I can to support him and see him do his thing.

It’s fun, and sometimes we get wrapped up in paying bills, making appointments, doing the job. Sometimes you gotta remember and take a little bit of back when and bring it into now.

Roses

My husband gave me roses last night.

Red, red rose

It wasn’t our anniversary. It wasn’t my birthday. He wasn’t apologizing for anything. It wasn’t an early Valentine’s Day gift.

He gave them to me, because we make a good team.

080: Love

I rode with him, via cell phone, until after 8 am, keeping him company. The hours on the road had gotten long, and the white lines became a bit monotonous. So I read him Facebook posts and news articles.

“You’re almost home,” I’d say, joking I was being his cheerleader. He couldn’t see me actually pumping my arms as I chanted to him.

I looked for truck stops for him to stop and get some coffee. Encouraged him to take breaks. Stretch his legs. Sometimes we sat in silence, just listening to each other breathe.

I wouldn’t have hung up that phone for anything. I was his co-pilot. I AM his co-pilot. We are a team. 100%.

Roses weren’t even on my mind as I drove to pick him up last night. Dinner out was, sure, but roses weren’t even on my radar. When he stepped off the bus with them in his hands, I was floored. Touched. I couldn’t stop smiling. I still can’t stop smiling when I look at them.

Red, red rose

Sometimes I think women like to get roses more to show off to other women. I have to admit I had to take a photo of my roses right away to share on Instagram and Facebook. (Well!) But I’ll be completely honest here… these were so unexpected in any way that they just meant more than normal. I don’t know how to explain it. This wasn’t about showing off. This wasn’t some pre-determined date to give or get roses. This was… thank you and just because all wrapped up in one. And that… that’s just extra special.