Last night I went to an area fundraiser to hear my son play with a big band. Fun! I was a proud mamafink. That boy can play him some drums. I enjoyed seeing people I hadn’t seen in a long time. Ran into some old friends, and had a nice time with my daughter-in-law.
I also got to hang with Hannah’s parents, and the Js were there, too, tearin’ up the dance floor.
Somewhere, I have a photo of Seamus at Christmastime, when he was five years old. I need to find it. We’d bought him a small drum kit, and as I recall, his other gifts lay abandoned for most of the morning. From that day forward, it was on. Twenty-some years later, he’s still going strong. Lars picked up guitar in late elementary school, and I still love to hear him play. On my bucket list is a gig with both of them. Actually, we’ve all played together before, but only for my school productions. I’m looking forward to jamming with them (playing *and* singing, as they both have pipes *and* great ears) sometime before I croak.
Because, you know, doing it after I croak would be difficult.
Anyway, my point — and I do have one — is that I got to be a peacock last night for all to see, and I’m looking forward to other times, with both of my sons. Heck, I’ll come to your next gig and be proud of you. Invite me!
I hope a relaxing Sunday awaits you. As David Hartman used to say: Make it a good day.