the first band concert

He started taking trumpet lessons last year from a sweet girl we know. He practiced, and he got better, and this fall, joined the band.

Tonight was the first concert, and it was excellent.

Plus, he attempted to iron this shirt himself while I was making spaghetti. It was a struggle and Maria helped out. And then there he was, looking good in Little Jay's old clothes, his old band shoes and pants and shirt.

It was a cold night after a day of falling snow, hushed muffled air, rosy pink sky. The auditorium was all soft shadows and comfortable velvet seats, and it was very hard to stay awake.

Once, years ago, I went to a concert at Orchestra Hall with a friend who plays viola professionally. It was a beautiful concert, and she'd obtained tickets free for us, but they're normally quite expensive. I looked around at all the dressed up people sleeping. Sleeping! Snoring through this wonderful concert! And yet I was feeling awfully relaxed and content myself.

Tonight was like this.

Then we came home, had the baths, the vacuuming and swiffering, the running of the dishwasher, the picking up of the toys.

My parents gave the kids a beautiful new keyboard, and we found ear buds to plug into it, so they've been here all evening while we were at the concert, playing around with this keyboard in the dining room doorway. Tomorrow is a new day--another day for TAKING TURNS----Hello.

Many things are still undone, but that's why God invented tomorrow. Sleep tight.

love always, Val