Exactly eight years ago, on another superhot July 7th, I took my girls to their first big concert. They were 10, 12, and 14 years old.
Taylor Swift performed at Ohio Stadium in Columbus, Ohio. At the time, she was the first female act to headline the venue, and she sold out handily, to the four of us, and 62,893 other fans.
We drove up earlier in the day for a swanky supper, to fuel us for the ultimate dance party.

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We were decked out, each of us dressed to sparkle and shine. And we were tickled to receive glow bracelets at the entry. They matched perfectly.
Our seats were at the tippy top of the bowl, and we were squarely behind one giant column. We couldn't see a darn thing without wiggling a bit.
But that didn't matter. We sang into our water-bottle microphones, and danced in the aisles all the same.
And, omilord, those bracelets came to life when the music started! Our wrists -- and our whole selves -- lit up in perfect sync to Taylor, changing colors and flashing to the beat.
The electricity met us right where we were.

At the end of the show, we sat in our car for a long while. With all of the Swifties in all of their cars, the city streets surrounding the stadium were flooded.
In the middle of the standstill traffic, with some Reputation banger spilling from our windows, my oldest jumped into the middle of the street to pose. Modeling like she was shooting the cover of her own album. Her sisters and I were cheering her on, of course, snapping pictures furiously.
And then she hopped right back into the sliding van doors, so we could move three inches.
We scream-sang late into that night, the whole way home.

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This weekend I texted into our "Trush Girls Club" thread when the news broke that Taylor had gotten married.
A bubble of three dancing dots appeared...
My oldest was quick to answer: "I wish I was invited to the wedding, obvi."
And then we spent the rest of the day exchanging memories of the magical music adventure we shared with Taylor.
The gift that keeps on giving.

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It's ridiculous and hilarious to think that we might have been among the one-thousand guests at the wedding of the year. Even though the bride is at the center of one of our most treasured life experiences.
I'm certain there was some serious dancing at the reception.
And I hope I hope I hope there were glow bracelets too.

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People are THE BEST.
LoveLoveLove,

**In the last year, I wrote about my own first-concert experience. And I described my outfit in detail. Read "LMTYT: Gloria" here.​

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