Monday, February 10, 2014

girl of mine

There was this moment where I looked down the line of concert goers to see if she was loving this.  She's a mover and a feeler.  If music strikes her, she can't help it.  She has been known to dance right there in the check out line without a care.  But she is growing older and mindful of people around her and of damn social norms.  You could see it in her.  She wanted to dance and she wanted to sing as familiar songs resonated with her.  But she settled for swaying because she was surrounded by the fuddy duddy middle aged fans who were content to sit and clap politely.

She turned, smiled and I melted. 

During the last few songs we sat next to each other and held hands.  I joked about one performer's constipated expressions and she shook her head but giggled anyway.  She loves me even though I am inappropriate. 


Mindy Gledhill wrapped up the night with Anchor.  Before the encore at least, which was perfect because I needed that double encore to mop up my tears.  That song gets me, because this girl of mine gets me. 
   

 

 And that finger there in the right corner?  That's Karen's.  She gets me too. 

2 comments:

Charlotte London said...

Such a sweet post - damn those social norms! Give her a few years and she'll grow back out of wanting to fit in

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PRP said...

Oh my goodness how I love this! All the way to the very end and my stupid finger!

But I do get you and Nadia and I love you both dearly. Thanks for sharing the evening with me and my girls.