I’ve been delaying writing this post for weeks. It’s so overwhelming to write about something you care so deeply about. I realized that¬†unless I try and write a novel, I’m not going to be able to tell you the whole story of this post or the meaning of why its such a big big deal. Ill do my best but Im already at peace with coming up short in¬†getting the message across right here. Also… this is the short version. Yeah.
When I was in college, I went through an insanely traumatic painful ugly breakup. It took me at least 2 years to fully reach the other side and still I have scars from that to this day. The way I medicated, was to follow a band. In the span of those two years, I saw Jump Little Children 44 times. I drove all over the southeast, from Birmingham to Nashville, Atlanta to Charleston. I have friendships from this experience that I still maintain today. I even met my best friend Annie. In 2005, the band stopped touring and moved on to other things in their lives. They had been playing for together for years and for them, it was time. The Jump fans were devastated to say the least, myself included. Im not the only super fan they had. The following was intense. Many people, including members of the band(!) got married because of this little Jump family. It was a really special part of my life and I attribute my personal healing to them. Yeah… it was that serious.
Four months after they broke up, I met Dan. He had completely missed that part of my life ¬†(probably for the better) and for the past ten years I have had a pain, knowing that he would never know what it was like to see them live.¬†I always felt that he could never truly understand why I was nuts over them unless he saw them live… and that was never going to happen… or so I thought.
This past December they played a tour and I almost lost my mind with excitement. Seriously. I know it sounds kind of over the top, (probably because it is) but I believe that Dan knows me better, having seen them. We ended up being able to go to four shows: One in Charlotte and Three in Charleston, including one on New Years Eve… another farewell. Before the Charlotte show, my first in a decade, I was almost unable to think about it. It was that beautiful to see them again that I cried much of the following day… tears of joy. I had not felt that happy in at least 3 years, due to a¬†family trauma. I missed being that happy and it was such a wonderful feeling to know that I still have it in there. It reminded me of how happy they made me back in college and how therapeutic it was then. I was shocked they still had that same power for me.
The week in Charleston was quite honestly the best week in my life. I was happy. So so very happy. I saw old and new friends. I spent time with people I care deeply about. I was in a place emotionally that I was able to appreciate this huge huge gift and not need more or feel sad because it may be the last time I see them. I could just enjoy every single second.
I am so thankful and my heart is so full… still. I cried so so much and it was that amazing kind of cry where you feel alive and happy and content. So… thank you Jump Little Children. Thank you again for doing what you do and making me so very happy.