It was lovely to see you last night. You looked radiant and your voice was something beyond my very high expectations. You were as kind and fun as I had imagined, and to hear you speak and sing was like your voice was hugging my heart. It was only fair that you brought some company too since I took DH with me, but it would have been much more intimate with 11 000 less people. Maybe next time we could meet at our place instead of an ice-hockey arena?
I'd like to especially thank you for singing Suzanne to me. It's been a special song to me ever since I heard it for the first time. I think it gave me goosebumps way back then just like it did yesterday. We didn't have a wedding waltz at our wedding, we had Suzanne and terrible dancing skills. (You'd know that if you had come there like I dreamed. Instead of having you play live at our wedding we had two young men with a guitar and a cello who were quite terrific, so don't feel too bad about not coming. I love you nonetheless.) My other favorite song of the concert, Who By Fire, was most touching and hearing it last night was one of those moments I wish to remember forever. I think I almost saw your eyes moisten. My vision was blurred due to some nasolacrimal duct issues at the moment so I'm not quite sure. I believe you enjoyed last night as much as I did and it is the most heartwarming feeling. You're my favorite old man. Please come back soon.