When I took you to see Ashley McBryde, I told you we were going to see an orchestra. It wasnāt a lie. She was singing with an orchestra at the Fowler Center. I had seen the ad for the concert on the cover of the newspaper sitting on the front desk of the Newport Elementary SchooI. I left work and immediately checked my bank account, then prayed they would have tickets left. They did, but they were close to the back of the auditorium. I bought the tickets.
told you to make sure you had that night off so we could make a date of it. You double-checked and said everything was set. You spent the week telling people I was taking you to the orchestra. You always said it in a positive way, but I could tell the whole thing was confusing to you. We hadnāt done anything that dorky together and I seemed overly excited, Iām sure. But you were happy that weād have a night out together. You went right along with it. I love that.
We both wore brown, borderline-nerdy outfits that looked to be from the 70ās or so. We stopped for Froyo first (obviously), then bought some books from Barnes & Noble before heading to the Fowler Center.
We got all the way inside before you knew what was actually going on. I had been careful to not let you see the tickets because they had ASHLEY MCBRYDE plastered near the QR code. We were standing in line to go to our seats when you saw a huge poster of Ashley where other folks were taking photos. You looked over at me and said, āDid you know about this?ā
We got to our seats. I donāt think Iāve ever seen you speechless before. We looked through the program and you continually expressed your disbelief. You talked about how much you love her and how she is an inspiration to you. When Ashley came out and sang the first song, you cried. After the show, you told me that it was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you.
I just want to do things like that for you. Every day. Forever.