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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.


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.

All by myself


I’m sitting in a hotel room in San Antonio, Texas. I drove out to see my husband do a show with the artist he works for… a rare chance for me to catch a show! It was a short visit… I had to work during the day and then missed two turns on the way, so I was way later than I hoped to be. Then he had to bolt out quick, bound for Biloxi, Mississippi for a show the next day.

But, that’s okay! We’re both good with it, and it was just nice to spend a couple hours together. Every few minutes together matter!

Here I sit, though, by myself in a hotel room. It doesn’t phase me any more, but I can still remember the first time I stayed at a hotel alone. It wigged me out a bit!! It was all on me to get up and get out on time. It was all on me to load the truck and find my way  back. Complete strangers were sleeping maybe 20 yards away from me in the next room, and somehow it felt weird to know that.

That was then. This is now.

Now I find it fun. I enjoy time alone, actually! I’m alone a lot when my husband is on the road, but this is different. This is… a mini-one-night-vacation.

Sometimes, I use the time to get a LOT of work done. Sometimes, I use it just to decompress and turn the brain off entirely. Oddly, I’m doing both tonight. The room is a suite for a change, and I’m chilling on the couch. I settled in to read other’s blogs, not feeling like writing. Then suddenly felt compelled to write. On nights like this, I go with the flow. Whatever I want to do, I do.

It’s a total treat… and I’m enjoying every single second.