Part of an ongoing project called, "The Yes Project", where I resolve to say YES more to opportunities that come my way. Click here to see the other posts.
I've mentioned many times that I love my brother dearly, but I am crazy bitter that he stole all of the musical genes, the dimples, and the good teeth. I got the leftover mutant genes, for example if the doctor says there is a one in a trillion chance that we will run into a rare complication during some routine procedure, I will be the 1 in a trillion. In spite of him hogging the good genes, I love him.
My brother is a musician by trade, he is amazing and unbelievably talented. My brother makes a living doing what he loves and it is inspiring. When I was in high school my brother was in an awesome ska band that was "Huge in Utah". Whenever I was in town I would go to their shows, and anytime they played a California show I was right there in the front row by my brother.
In February my brother called me, "Twinkiehead! (his endearing nickname), my band is doing a reunion show in Salt Lake this summer, you have to come!" My answer was, "YES! I am there!" I told Mr. Man that I wanted to go to this show and his response was, "I wanna go too, let's take the whole family!" Wait..Whoa... Really? What happened to my homebody husband?
|The Lead Singer and Moi|
The night of the concert after dinner with some of the Ya Ya's, I left my children behind, turned off my cell phone and slipped into some plaid. I left my 35 year old motherly self at the door, and was back to being my high school self, except this time I was much happier.
I danced my heart out that night and sang along with the band. Our dear friends the Irish's from LA showed up and that was the best surprise. I loved being able to share this part of my life with them. We had a blast and I was reminded what saying Yes does for me. For one night, I was Wendy... The Band's Little Sister, not mom, and I was reminded just how much I love ska music, live bands, and especially dancing. Even if I'm terrible at it... because of course... my brother hogged the dancing gene too.