At a cello recital at a very posh nursing home. These cute old folks walk in and ask if they can sit on "the very front row." One man looks at my son's cello and asks, "How long have you been playing? And what is that?" We just choose to answer the latter question and then they sit in front of us, he and his wife, and hold hands.
When your boy is a high school senior you find yourself thinking, "This will be the last time we attend a jazz ensemble concert." Or "Weird that we won't have early morning marching band ever again."
It is both gut-wrenching and terrific at the same time when new eras begin.
So I sit here a little choked up as I think about my boys becoming men. I get pre-nostalgia nostalgia. Followed by nostalgia.
Sappy, sappy me.
I sing in a choir every year from September until December. We perform sacred Christmas music, including Benjamin Britten's Ceremony of Carols.
Soul food, this.
We practice in this non-denominational chapel with its high-pitched ceiling and floor-to-ceiling windows. While we practice we see birds, deer, and beautiful mountain views, and I feel close to God.
When the mister and I got home from church today we had an hour before choir practice and decided to sit and read.
He- a non-fiction ebook about algorithmic reading.
Me- The Ten Thousand Things by Maria Dermout.
This is what we can do without little ones under foot. Although I still get the craving to take care of (feed) all the people in this house. Instinctive? Learned? I don't over-think it. Life is better for me when I offer something.
Tonight we had a great group of friends over for dinner and tasty conversation. When you sit around a big round table with 8 other people you can see faces and remind yourself why you like these people. The food is an excuse to be together. It is really the company I chew on and digest. And it goes down smooth.
We now have a fireplace. We have never had one before, but it was a top item on the list of prerequisites when we started house hunting a year ago, followed closely by a garage.
As I sit by the fire tonight I look into the room and see my husband and two of my boys and I wonder to myself how I scored so well. Problems here and there? Yes. But the things that matter feel mostly in place, and I sit here toasty and warm and say a small prayer of thanks.
Posting on the go as we head to the temple. During this month of daily blog posting I have chosen to post everyday from my phone, using photos I have only taken mobily. It's another cool way to document my life.
Last night I went shopping and to dinner with my best friend. It was a nice night after a kind of soul-sucking week with all I am trying to balance. We ate curry noodles and laughed our way through multiple trips to multiple dressing rooms. So fun.