My magic moment

June 7, 2013
I hope his wife, Deanna, understands my fixation with her husband is all in fun. Thankfully, my husband does.

I hope his wife, Deanna, understands my fixation with her husband is all in fun. Thankfully, my husband does.

A couple of years ago, our editor asked me and one of my best friends if we wanted to do a weekly radio guest appearance to tout the parenting site we both blogged for. (Yep, I just ended that sentence in a preposition. This is blogging, not AP reporting, and that’s why I like it.)

We sort of assumed our 15-minutes of fame would equate to roughly a month on the air – or whenever the agreed upon time between the radio station and the newspaper who publishes the site had concluded.

Last summer, thanks to Q98.5 FM, I attended a Chris Daughtry concert and even snagged backstage passes.

I’ve shared my secret about wanting to date a rock star before.

I’ve also shared how Daughtry is on my celebrity crush list.

So, imagine me walking around the corner to meet Daughtry in person for the first (and likely only) time. I receive gracious hand shakes from two of his band members before I realize that Chris has extended his arms to offer me a hug. Also picture my incredibly understanding and embarrassed husband watching this scene unfold.

What managed to escape my lips has haunted me for the past year. I look at him straight in the eye (well, technically, I look down slightly because I wore heels that night) and utter, “Thanks for coming to Nebraska.”

I walked away without even realizing that I missed an opportunity to tell him how much I loved him (uummmm….his music).

Yesterday, I was given a chance to redeem myself. It’s hard to get second chances..so I took full advantage of it.

Listen in on the phone call here.

Created by Heidi Woodard

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3 responses to My magic moment

  1. 

    Awesome!! And for the record, I always knew your 15 minutes of fame would stretch into years!

  2. 

    You already know how totally excited I was for you to get your second chance phone call. My favorite part of this post is that you called yourself out for ending a sentence with a preposition…then did it anyway! Livin’ on the edge of the prepositional phrase! YOU are the rock star, my friend! 😉