“I love you. Have fun.” I ended the conversation with my husband while sitting on the couch in my pajamas, envious, but happy for him. He called from Austin, Texas. Neither of us had ever visited the Lone Star state. Why would we want to visit Texas if they only have one star? We live in Big Sky country where the stars are so thick you can scoop them with a spoon and eat them.
A star? A star. A star! So many meanings to the words, a star. A nighttime object, a perfect grade on a school paper, a celebrity. Which star is Texas boasting? Do we get to choose?
While I’m at home ignoring bathing rituals, my husband is on a mission, a mission to live life to the fullest. This mantra, though not included in our wedding vows, is what makes our marriage so strong, malleable, in a way. He’s partaking in the Austin City Limits Music Festival.
Huh? You’re home while he’s there? You’re crazy!
Well, yes, I wish I could be with him, but the kids kind of need a grown-up to guide them through their days. So, while he’s there, I’m here. And when I’m in Iceland, going to Iceland Airwaves, he’ll be doing what I do, though not nearly as well.
It was his idea. Tit for tat. He goes to Austin, I go to Iceland. Fair enough, right? I’ll take it. I’ll grab that lone star and run as fast as I can. That’s how we roll, rock and roll, actually.
Music has always been a priority in our lives, minus the baby years when a show was as foreign as a single star in the Montana sky. We’re ignited through music. It fills our lives, connects us to the world, and while it sometimes brings distance to our days, at the same time, it brings us together. We love to see each other happy.
The benefits of traveling great distances for music, though sometimes difficult and costly, is always worthwhile. We experience the world, we connect with strangers, we participate in life in a way we never could if we stayed home in our pajamas. We meet stars. We are the star. We are united. Isn’t that what life (and marriage) is all about?