John gave a wonderful concert on Friday night.
He played for 45 minutes, all memorized. My oldest son drove a six hour round trip from South Bend to be there. So our whole family was there.
Was I proud? Yeah. (Just a little:-)
This is the two year old who threw a temper tantrum in his car seat when I put a children's tape on the tape player. "CHOPIN!!!!" he screamed, tears rolling down his cheeks. I turned around in disbelief and asked, "You want to hear Chopin?" John, such a good kid even at two, nodded. Needless to say, I said, "OK. We're listening to Chopin," and I put on the Chopin tape we had. I looked in my rear view mirror to see John, smiling happily now, and moving his fingers in the air as though he were playing the piano.
My maternal mental note? Make sure this kid gets piano lessons. The mental note was unnecessary though because he started begging for piano lessons when he was three. We started him at four.
Blogging and real life friend Ruthann came with her husband and dear son Ted. It was so good to see her.
Thanks for your prayers.
I have a video clip but haven't been able to post it yet.