A love story about heatwaves, concert chaos, and one seriously cool lady.

I have the best mom ever. No, seriously — I know everyone thinks they do, but mine is the real deal. She’s the kind of person who makes everyone around her feel like the most important person in the room. She’s walking magic. The embodiment of love in human form. And growing up with a front-row seat to that kind of kindness? It’s something I’ve always aspired to be.

So when I sent her a post about how our mutually beloved Mumford and Sons were playing one show in Canada — in Toronto, no less — I mostly meant “Hey, this would be fun.” What I didn’t expect was for her to take that text and sprint with it straight into pre-sale sign-up mode. The next thing I knew, we were both panic-buying tickets in the middle of a Lovely Body workout meltdown (big shoutout to Sarah, our fearless leader who cheered us through it all like a true pro).

That impulsive purchase? It turned into one of my all-time favorite memories.

The heat, the food, and the laughter

Our trip kicked off with a classic Toronto welcome: a heat wave that could melt your eyebrows off. And if there’s one thing to know about me, it’s this — me and heat do not get along. But when I’m with my mom, we laugh. A lot. Like, snort-laughing-in-public, tears-streaming kind of laughter. And that somehow makes everything better.

We wandered the city between wine stops, delicious meals, and spontaneous shopping detours, cracking each other up every step of the way. And honestly? The trip was already top-tier before the main event even started.

Oh… did we accidentally buy the best tickets?

Now, here’s where the chaos takes a delightful turn.

Remember that panic-buying moment? Turns out, in our flurry of frantic clicking and screaming, we may have accidentally bought the best tickets available. Like… VIP premium kind of best. We didn’t even realize until we were standing in the pre-show lounge sipping complimentary drinks, holding fancy goodie bags, and suddenly asking each other:

“Wait… what the heck is a posh pit?”

“Are we in… the Mumford and Sons moshpit?”

“What even happens in a Mumford and Sons moshpit??”

Spoiler: it was not a swirling vortex of chaos. It was pure joy. If you know anything about Mumford and Sons, you know their music is full of heart, hope, and harmony — and their moshpit? Same energy. It was a swirling sea of love, dancing, singing, and strangers who felt like friends. I don’t think I’ve ever yelled lyrics louder in my life, or danced more freely, or felt more completely in the moment. And getting to do that — with my mom by my side? It was everything.

Make the memory. Book the trip.

This whole whirlwind adventure — from the heat stroke to the posh pit — is something I’ll cherish forever. And it reminded me of something important: memories don’t just happen — you have to create them.

So here’s your nudge: book the trip with your mom. Or your dad. Or your sibling. Or whoever your person is. Make the memory while you can. Because every day is precious. Every laugh, every concert, every wine-fueled conversation in a strange city is a chance to live fully and love hard.

Oh, and if you don’t have a cool mom to moshpit with — mine’s always got room in her heart for one more.