So, it's here. U2 weekend. Hubby and I are off to see the opening shows of the North American leg of the 360 Tour. I. Can. Not. Wait.
I've been trying to figure out how to write a post about U2 and what they mean to me. But I just can't do it. I don't know how to explain it. There might not be a way. It's just that I love them. They occupy a portion of my heart. They are like family. It is as simple as that.
That may sound incredibly stupid, or lame, or sad, or stalker-esque. But it is what it is.
I could try and explain the origins of my love. ( I do know where and why it began.) I could try and explain all of the ways that U2 have shaped the adult I became. I could try and explain all of the ways they have been a "soft place" or a "shoulder." I could try and explain how most of the key points in my life have at least one U2 song attached to them. I could try and explain lots of things.
It's about the music. It's about the words. It's about the grace, goodness, and humor of the four men who write it. It's about how it's helped and healed and humored me.
It's enough to say that U2 has been one of the most important gifts, presences, blessings in my life for many years. I don't see that changing any time soon.
And if Adam Clayton comes knocking on the door, Hubby should be afraid. Very afraid.
(Photo taken by Hubby during the Vertigo Tour. We used it for our wedding program. It might be my favorite picture ever.)