I love time. Its fickle essence. I love that I can lend to others my time, and how often they appreciate with a flash of their smile, sweet, nutritious words, and an invitation back again. But I am fortunate enough to have the opportunity soon to spend some time of mine with four beloved men. Even pondering that my daydream could fall from the linings of space and into my life gives me such silly giddiness that I shake as I type this. I, and my dearest Taylor Ann, conquered the unquestionable and will be going to the much coveted event in Salt Lake City at Saltair, we will be attending a Mumford and Sons concert.
True Story, bro.
In any other circumstance I would not even consider saying something like that, but, I am a little different in the face of this event.
Marcus Mumford just got married this summer, he is touring with a wife at home, what an artist.
Winston Country Marshall has a beard that is so awe inspiring that I have considered awarding him a medal of mere accomplishment of growing something so legendary.
Ted Dwayne is still wearing the rogueish smirk of a bad boy in a smashing outfit.
Ben Lovett, the most darling of them all with his kind eyes and extraordinary musical talent, though others would undermine it, and his heart throb ways.
Thank you for forming a band, for being musicians, for changing my life.
Thank you Taylor, for holding a lemonade bake sale for the anxiously engaged cause, for sacrificing your hand to the god of burning lamps, and your never ending persistence in accomplishing a dream.
