<"Colt, DO NOT take off your diaper again.">
Ahem...so anyway, it was pure bliss and for that I'm super-grateful. Skip to Sunday night...we're headed to see Bailey sing with the Young Musicians Choir at church. Timing of course is a little hectic, as it always is when shuttling kids around, but we got her there on time. I'll be honest, I was looking forward to hearing her sing, but really after the wonderful weekend, wasn't looking to get a lot more out of it than that. It was Joel Raney (pianist/composer) and Jane Holstein (organist/composer) performing in concert, which I was looking forward to, but probably wouldn't have made myself go had Bailey not been a part of the program.
<"No SIR! Stay out of the trash...don't touch that!">
So anyway, as per usual, Bailey sings...I get teary. All you moms out there know what I mean, you have a kid and automatically lose your ability to keep it together whether they are singing in church or getting a kindergarten award for just showing up at school. It's just the way it is. I've learned to bite my lip and try my hardest not to make a blubbering idiot out of myself. It was beautiful though...Blessed Assurance in rounds with the adult choir and these amazing musicians. Then the kids we released to come and sit with their parents. I tried to smile and tell her how wonderful she was without cracking and freaking her out.
<"Colt, that's MOMMY'S Rolodex.">
Now what made this concert even more interesting was that Joel as a composer has been commissioned to write and arrange songs for a variety of venues...from TV and radio to individuals looking for a specific meaning, etc. and often had a story to tell about each arrangement. He did an incredible arrangement of "Jesus Loves Me" but what was more moving was the story behind it. A woman had contacted him to compose this arrangement for her friend. Her friend and her husband had just had a baby that was born with a birth defect such that they knew the baby had only a year to live. They sang "Jesus Loves Me" to the baby every night and she thought having their own arrangement would be nice for them. Think about that. One year. Colt's just turned a year old. It flew by. I've spent the year watching him learn and grow, waiting for the next big milestone. Can you imagine wanting to stop time? That instead of rushing the walking, talking, etc. really CHERISHING each milestone, not knowing if it might be the last? I can't even fathom what this couple must have gone through, it's heartbreaking. By the time Joel got to his arrangement of "In His Hands" as in the whole world, you know, little babies and all...I was a blubbering idiot. Somehow even with the kids freaking out, it seemed to matter a little less at that point though.
So yes, "Colt, put my phone down. And then come here and let me hold you for a bit."
Now go hug your little ones.
