For those of you who read blogs to get inspired and see good ideas, I apologize.
Tonight all I have to share is a picture of my son, the trombonist. I think watching him on Friday night I let the stress of the week all come out. Have you ever been to a large gathering of energetic, happy people and become overwhelmed with emotion? All that cheering and whatnot. Maybe it's the sloppy burgers and nachos that has everyone smiley, whatever it is it makes me happy to see happy people. So I cry. Do you?
I thought by halftime I had inconspicuously cried all the water out of my body but when I saw my son marching and playing his trombone I was actually making strange gurgling noises trying to suppress my tears. Sam is....little. Do you see him there in the middle of the picture? Just a little, skinny kid marching with huge kids. I think I get emotional because it is a gift to see my kids be a part of something bigger than themselves. I wish as a world we could all work this hard, weaving in and out of the places we each need to be making it look beautiful at the same time.
PS (okay that's not all)
I swear on the vintage green cake plate that I love love love and took from my sister's house because she was using it under a plant (gasp)--that I will be more cheery soon. In fact I will be colorful-- check out Elsie Marley on Monday for a list of Fall color pool participants.