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Day 156: Delight

We had the great pleasure last night of seeing a great concert by one of my all time favorites, and also of spending some time with some dear friends.

My amazing nieces came to babysit five kids five and under while we went out to eat with two couples, one we see often but rarely without the kids and one we rarely see because they moved south one state a couple of years ago. That in itself would have provided enough gratitude for one day, but then we raced to the FargoDome to see James Taylor.

James is nothing if not consistent, and he did not disappoint on my third time seeing him. His voice sounded wonderful, his band was so talented, and the concert flowed beautifully. Like I did at Garth Brooks, I opted not to take a bunch of poor quality, fuzzy, zoomed-in iPhone photos and videos, but rather tried to enjoy the show with my own eyes and ears.

I stopped several times to ask myself what I was feeling and I kept coming back to the same word: delight. I felt delighted to be there, to be hearing old and new songs I love, to chuckle at his comfortable chatter between songs, and to take in the enchanting talent of his band with my husband and friends. True delight!

I could go on and on about how James Taylor's music has affected my life; if Garth is the soundtrack to my life, and Alan Jackson is my musical "home," James Taylor music is my heart for introspection and reflection, my musical happy place. I first encountered his music in high school when my choir or jazz choir performed a few classics - "How Sweet It Is" and "You've Got a Friend." As soon as a couple of well-informed friends introduced me to more of his music, I quickly grew to love it. When I'm feeling blue, or stressed out, or needing to relax, his soothing, silky-smooth voice is exactly what I need.

I'm so delighted and grateful that I was able to attend the show and have such a fantastic time!
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