The other day, I wrote on the older parent adoption blog about going to Van Morrison, hubby turned to me after reading it.

Looking positively crestfallen, he said, “you made us seem so, well, old.”

"We’ve been to many concerts since the 80's” he defended. We still get out and about and rock it."

I think he may be afraid that people will think we are old fuddy duddys.

"What about that great Lyle Lovett concert we saw at Red Rocks, or the great Sting concert. Why just a couple of years ago we went to the Simon and Garfunkel reunion."

Ok - and your point is?

Back to the concert. Van was in top form. The Star Tribune out of Minneapolis - Saint Paul had their review this morning. It said in part:

Most important was Morrison's singing. In the second half, he rocked us with his gypsy soul like back in the days of old. And that's probably the best a longtime fan can hope for at a Van the Man concert these days.

As a longtime fan, that is exactly what I was hoping for!


So, anyway, I went to the concert, and had a great time. Sis and I stayed out very very late. Well, at least till midnight. We danced, sang along, had sister talk. It was fun.

The next morning I called K and hubby. It is the first time I’ve ever left K for more than just a few hours. She was at home and sounded happy, but inquisitive.

“Mommy are you coming home now?”

Later, I said, after lunch.

“Ok” she said.

When later came, and our plane had landed, I walked up the ramp out of the gate area and looked expectantly for K. She sitting on the floor next to Daddy, eating a few last remaining french fries from a Happy Meal. I ran to her.

“Oh hi Mom, want a french fry?”

I held her hand as we left the airport, she reached up and took Daddys hand as well.

Swing me Swing me she laughed.

I had a great time with sis.

I'm happy to be home.