If a mack truck slammed into me tonight, I'd die a happy girl.
When Amy Grant hula-hooped onstage into her sound check this afternoon (YES--HULA HOOPED!), about a hundred or so "Grant-heads" (as she affectionately calls her fans) leaped to their feet to cheer on this rockin', middle-aged mama who out-sings and out-gives just about every woman on the planet. Not wearing a stitch of make-up, nearing 50 and looking so stinkin' cute, you just want to throw your arms around her, Amy Grant graciously took pictures and signed autographs for her fans. (Yeah, I know I look like a corpse with this awful flash photography but isn't Amy darling)?
Amy's got this gift of making you feel like the only person in the room. She's fully present and engaged. Her tour manager made it clear she was in a rush to go but she signed "Happy Birthday, Catherine!" on my book and I told her I didn't fear aging as much because she aged so beautifully. She said, "Catherine, it's an honor to hear you say that because that's exactly how I felt about my great grandmother, Mimi. She removed the fear of aging for me. I really believe the best is yet to be." We chatted about music and life a little...her manager was just rolling his eyes, wanting to get her going. But she was awfully sweet and ever gracious. And I was so grateful. Her concert was incredible. Even Jeff thought it was pretty good and was surprised by her humor and grace. The video is taking forever to post so I'll get to it later tomorrow.
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