In the Presence of Keith Urban

Our time with Keith was brief. First we saw a quick video about the tour and then Keith performed, for our small, intimate group, the selection, Sister Golden Hair. Delaney sat directly in front of him, on a small stool. If she had leaned forward, she could have touched his knee. But for the first time ever, I saw Delaney shy.

She would not look directly at Keith. She would turn her head to the side and cover her face with her hand.

After the performance, Keith promised a Q and A with time for "a few questions." Delaney kept telling me "Mommy, I'm going to ask Keith a question, I'm going to ask Keith a question." However, she never got up the nerve. After each question I would encourage her, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Finally Keith said "we have time for one more question." And, he acknowledged a hand at the back. I was a bit sad that Delaney didn't take advantage of the opportunity, but that's just Delaney.

Then, amazingly, Keith looked down at her and asked "What about you, darlin', didn't you want to ask me something." Like an idiot and completely inappropriately, I started to cry, and Delaney, beaming ear to ear, asked Keith about his tour bus. I don't remember his entire answer, I only recall being in awe of the fact that he would take the time to notice Delaney and extend his kindness to asking her a question.

From there, we were whisked outside for a picture and off to the concert.

I have never seen Delaney so happy in her life. I divided my time between watching Keith on stage, and enjoying Delaney's reactions to the show. Sadness crept in from time to time, and I missed my girlfriend, and thought of how much she would have enjoyed the show. I bet there's Keith Urban music in heaven, and I know she's there.

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