Sometimes I feel frustrated that I won't be able to adequately express the emotion behind some of the photographs I'm posting. I wish I could tell the whole story but the fact is, I can't. There are life experiences that cannot be described with words or even photographs. Some experiences simply must be lived to fully comprehend the significance. I guess you had to be there.
It had always been a dream of mine to see Paul McCartney live. Typically, I'm not a fan of concerts but seeing a real, live Beatle sing my favorite songs was on the top of my bucket list. He came to San Francisco in June of 2010 and my sweet husband found a way to get me there. Leroy found cheap tickets. When Sierra heard us talking about it, she wanted in too, so the three of us made the trip to see Sir Paul.
We definitely had the cheap seats. We sat in the very top row of AT&T Park which was the furthest, possible location from the stage, but it didn't matter. We were in my favorite city, about to see my favorite musician. It was beautiful and the view of the bay was magnificent, but it got a lot better. An usher came to our section and offered to trade tickets for row 5. It was almost too good to be true, but we took a chance. Leroy was at the snack bar when she first got there (and he had our tickets.) The usher had to take ours in exchange, so I held on to her coat (and wouldn't let her walk away) until Leroy returned.
We ran the whole way down. And once we arrived, I cried. I couldn't believe how perfect it was. Row 5 and the perfect view of Sir Paul and the entire band. Sierra and I sang along to every song and made memories that will last a lifetime. I'll never forget that feeling and the hours of escape the adventure offered to me. It was the perfect reminder that all we really need is love.