Words can not describe how many emotions flooded through me as I heard that simple word, "Hello..."
My man surprised me with a trip to Portugal for our anniversary. The entire trip was planned out from Nazarene to Porto and finally to Lisbon, and my only job was to follow along and enjoy the journey. It had been the best week road tripping through Portugal. The country is beautiful and the people are kind. I honestly thought that it couldn't get any better.
Nonchalantly, he asked if I wanted to go to a little concert one night. I said yes of course, and we went about our day never giving it a second thought. Later that night, I tossed on comfy shoes and a sun dress and jumped into the uber with him to head to the concert. I was anticipating a small venue rather than the arena we drove up to. I suddenly started to look everywhere for a clue of what we were doing there. The only signage I saw said Rod Stewart. And with all do respect to his music, thanks but no thanks.
My husband led me over to the floor seat line, and we quickly entered the arena just before the show was starting. No one was wearing any t-shirts with the artists' name on it. There were no merchandise stalls. I had no idea where I was or who we were going to see. As we entered into the floor area, I saw what I thought was Adele's eyes on the screen. And my first thought was, she really does need to drop a winged eyeliner tutorial. Next, I noticed "25" balloons. Then, without even a moment to process that it was actually Adele, I heard her sing "Hello..." and she rose up from below the stage right in front of me.
That was the start of me completely loosing it. I don't share a lot about my intimate life on this forum, but on a scale of 1 to Adele, my year had been a bit rough, and, as cheesy as it sounds, this song had carried me in a way I can't explain. My husband knew this, and he flew me all the way to Portugal to have this moment. He held me tight as I belted out the words to the song and, in that moment, I let go of something I didn't realize I still had... my dignity.
I completely fan-girled over her. I screamed. I laughed. I cried. I danced. I rolled in the deep. And I sang my heart out just like I do when her songs come on the radio, that is until I turn down the volume, and realize I am not Adele.
Anyway, throughout the concert, I was completely mesmerized by her. She told jokes and talked with the crowd like she was just one of the girls. And then, as if it was no big deal, she would go right back into belting out one of her classic serious/sad songs. I was so into it all. Her music is quite earnest and serious. She has a way of making you miss people you briefly made eye contact with on the subway 7 years ago.
As the concert came to a close, confetti exploded from the ceiling releasing thousands of small papers each with lyrics from her songs written in her handwriting. It was the best way to end an unbelievable night. To say that the concert was amazing would be a massive understatement. It was a night for the books. Adele was and is absolutely everything.
Thanks, Love, for a night to remember, and the best surprise I have ever received. xoxo