the incident

On Saturday night we went to see The String Cheese Incident at the Hampton Casino Ballroom. I know I've mentioned my love of the Ballroom on here before, but let me reiterate how much I love this place. I love it!

Cheese is a dancing band. I love their music but I don't tend to listen to them that often. However, in a live setting, they break it down. Their Caribbean melodies paired with African beats and a hint (or sometimes an overwhelming gulp) of bluegrass get the feet moving. I was bouncing up and down like a pogostick for hours. Unfortunately, we missed the opener which apparently was a very cool African drum ensemble.

During the first song of the second set a beautiful African woman took the stage dancing in wide rhythms with big arms and powerful legs. It was inspiring. I am definitely going to look for a modern African dance class when I get out west. I haven't taken a dance class since I was in middle school, but over the years the idea has become more prominent in my mind.

All the dancing got mixed with a lot of kissing as my boy is finally home. It is unbelievable to wake up next to him, to see his smiling eyes from across the room, to fall into his hug. I am a very lucky woman. We are truly blessed.

Speaking of blessings, here are a couple of pictures of my sister's baby Abigail. Isn't she beautiful!?!





Don't I look motherly here? She looks terrified.