We didn’t get to leave on Saturday like we had planned…It rained on the way up there and one of his windshield wipers is broken and the other one sucks pretty bad…It rained all day Monday and I forgot to tell him to stay right…we got lost for about 10 minuets in downtown Dallas.He got sick.  Then I got sick.  We sounded like family of Fran Drescher.  It wasn’t pretty.

We sang on the way there.  We watched Scrubs.  We ate delicious yogurt.  We saw family.  We slept in.  We shopped at the greatest mall and tried clothes on that we had only dreamt and read about.  Like Burberry Trench coats and Dolce and Gabana Suit jackets.  Although we couldn’t afford most of the things we looked at, it didn’t matter.  We were together.   Nothing else mattered.

We rode the train to American Airlines Center rather than driving and played Scrabble the whole way there.  We arrived early, found our awesome seats, bought T-Shirts and just basked in happiness.  The concert was better than I ever could have imagined.  I mean it was John Mayer.  It was John freakin’ Mayer.

Let me explain…On our first date I asked Ryan, “If you could marry any celebrity, who would you pick and why?”  (Leave me alone, I was nervous!)  Well, he said, “John Mayer” with a charismatic smile.  Not kidding.  Surprisingly enough, he kind of won me over at this point, because I love John Mayer just as much.  (For the record, he was just being funny and charming…he wasn’t serious)

We sat close enough that we could see every move John made and every awful (yet beautiful) facial expression.  He played the perfect set list.  Steve Jordan was on the drums.  It was unbelievable.  But not so much because of John and his amazingness.  I mean it was a big part, but not the biggest… It was the moments when Ry would throw his arms around me and kiss my cheek so softly and look at me with the brightest, most genuinely, sweet blue eyes.  It was the moments we turned to each other, freaking out because he was playing one of our favorites (well his was a super suave chuckle, and mine was a not-so-quiet squeal of happiness). 

Okay, okay…I will stop making everyone feel uncomfortable.  But my point is…I am learning a lot at this point in my life.  I couldn’t even begin to tell you everything that is changing and the ways that I am growing.  But one thing I have realized this week is how unbelievably blessed I am.  While at this concert, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I just didn’t want to be there with anyone else.  I had the perfect company.

So thanks, John Mayer.  Not only for your amazing talent and brightening more days than I can count with your music, but for reminding me how great my life is and fulfilling my Love song for No one.