A night with my future son-in-law

I wasn’t going to blog about our mother/daughter night out for the Scotty McCreery concert because I posted stuff all during the night on my Facebook page, and the majority of the people who read my blog already know the story.  I decided to blog because I’m sick of hearing Haley Rae whine about it.  She wants to “re-live” the night.  Oh my gosh. 

Let me back WAY up.  From the first moment Scotty walked in to audition for “American Idol”, Haley has been oddly mesmerized.  She called me a few months ago screaming hysterically in my ear about something… I could make out Scotty, front row, and something about getting married.  I finally I figured out that she had found front row tickets to the Huntsville concert and wanted me to pay a  billion dollars for them.  Her argument was “How are we supposed to get married if we never meet??”  Since I TOTALLY get that, I agreed to buy the tickets and let them be Christmas presents. 

Fast forward to December 13, 2012….

We got to the concert later than what we should have and the meet-n-greet was over.  I don’t know if you are aware, but I’m very gifted at meeting famous people.  I don’t know where is comes from.  Maybe I just have an honest and nonthreatening face?  Seriously.  Maybe I do! There was a mean security lady working who basically told us to give it up and go sit down.  Haha.  Silly lady.  A nicer security lady mentioned to Haley that Scotty’s dad was wandering around somewhere and he might be able to help.  When he walked by, I immediately recognized him from TV.  Haley asked him if she could meet Scotty.  He said, “No, I’m sorry.  The meet-n-greet was over about 45 minutes ago.  He’s doing a quick interview before he goes on to perform."  I spoke up and said, “Oh gosh, it’s ALL my fault.  We were supposed to be here but I ran late.  See, I have little ones at home and the baby has bronchitis… I did the best I could... I’m sorry, Haley Rae."  I’m not sure if she was serious or acting, but Haley turned on the water works at the perfect time.  She got teary and had the whole lip quiver thing going... I guess Mr. McCreery felt sorry for her.  He said, “How about I go back and get y’all some autographed pictures?”  I said, “That would be awesome.  Thank you so much.  I feel terrible that she didn’t get to meet him.  She’s never going to forgive me."

A couple of minutes pass….

The backstage door opens, and Mr. McCreery motions for me, Haley Rae, and Karlie to come back.  We walk through the door and wah lah…. There’s Scotty.

Scotty and his future wife?  She thinks so...

Scotty and Karlie - perhaps she'll be the Maid of Honor?

I scraped my girls off the ceiling and we went to our seats.

Haley had made a sign that said – I’m Haley Rae and it’s my birthday!  Sing to me?

Well, first of all, it WASN’T her birthday, but it worked.  The highlight of the night (for me) was hearing that deep voice of his say “Happy Birthday, Haley Rae”. 

My girls stood at the stage all night, singing and enjoying the concert.  I stood behind them – singing, enjoying the concert… and taking pictures of them having the time of their lives. 

The picture is too blurry, but if you look closely, maybe you can see the sparks flying between them?

So, thank you, Scotty McCreery for an awesome show.  And thank you, Mr. McCreery, for helping make it a night that my girls will never forget.  See you at the wedding!