Thanks La La for your tale of sublimity. I liked it so much I had to share one of mine.
It’s been awhile since I’ve posted about my kids. They’ve been busy. I’ve been busy. This is about my Adam boy, the quiet one. I think this is my favorite photo of him and the lovely Claire, his girlfriend. She is the daughter of my heart.
I remember a few months back, he participated in a talent contest. There he stood, this stoic but sarcastic young man. A spotlight lit his baby face and the music swelled around him. What emitted from his throat was raw emotion. I thought my Meggie could sing, but damn. His tone was pure. Pitch, perfect. There was no sliding up to the note. He just hit it! His voice a sweet tenor, with a falsetto that when you hear it, makes the heart soar.
You know, I’m proud of my children. Their talent. Their brains. Their rebelliousness. Hell, just about everything. That night, I was proud of my son’s ability to lay his heart open and bleed while singing the lyrics of an old Elton John tune. As his falsetto crescendoed, his father and I beamed at each other. I rested my head on Roger Darling’s chest and let tears spill down my cheeks. Our Meggie is classically trained and a talent in her own right. But our Adam Boy, he sings his emotions. They project from his body with every note he sings.