The Best Day With You.

Me, My Mom, and Taylor Swift

Do you really wanna know where I was on April 29th? Right here—writing about the woman who’s been my constant, my best friend, and my mom all in one.

If I’m going to keep writing openly, then this second blog post has to be about her. And if I’m writing about my mom, I’m also writing about Taylor Swift—because somehow, Taylor’s music has always been the bridge between us.

Growing up, “The Best Day” was more than a song—it was our song. It played on repeat in the car, in the kitchen, or just while we hung out after school. Every time Taylor sang, “I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you,” it felt like she was peeking into our little world and writing it down. That song wasn’t just a favorite. It was ours ;)

We’ve always had that kind of relationship—the one where people say, “You two are more like best friends than mother and daughter,” and we just smile because it’s true. And as I grew up—through the chaos of high school and the confusion of college—it was Taylor’s music that kept us close. Whenever I couldn’t explain how I was feeling, I’d send her a song and she’d just get it. Taylor gave us a secret language we didn’t share with anyone else.

And then came Mother’s Day 2023. Taylor was performing in Philly, and even though we didn’t have tickets, sitting at home wasn’t an option. So we jumped in the car with nothing but a feeling. Outside Lincoln Financial Field, we found hundreds of fans just like us—singing, dancing, living the moment. When “The Best Day” played as a surprise song, we locked eyes and couldn’t help but smile through our tears. We didn’t need to be inside; that moment felt like it was ours, no matter where we were.

But of course, we needed to experience it for real too. My amazing mom surprised me with floor tickets for London. The dream came true—we got to see Taylor live together. Not once, but twice. First in London, where we were so close we could see every sparkling detail on the Lover bodysuit and every choreographed move like we were part of the show.

Then again in Miami for Night 1—lower bowl seats, singing our hearts out, holding hands during “You Belong With Me,” and crying (yes, crying) when “All Too Well (10 Minute Version)” started.

I wasn’t just watching a concert. I was living in the moments that 10-year-old me dreamed of, standing side by side with the woman who introduced me to Taylor in the first place.

Taylor Swift didn’t just give me songs. She gave me memories. She gave me a language for the way I love my mom. She gave us car ride singalongs, concert nights we’ll never forget, and lyrics that feel like diary entries we wrote together.

So, it only felt right that my second blog post had to be about my mom. About us. About “The Best Day” and what it means when a song turns into a time capsule of your whole relationship. I’ve had a lot of good days in my life, but the best ones? They had my mom beside me, and Taylor Swift playing as our theme song.

And for that, I will always be grateful to Taylor Swift.