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.

 

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.

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.

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.