Well, good heavens, but I'm not going to make it through Matthew's senior year in high school in good shape. This afternoon, Carol and I drove down to Lincoln to hear his high school select choir perform for an afternoon of Christmas carols. I was doing fine through most of it. He was so handsome in his suit, all dressed up. The group (Impact) sounded really good, a beautiful blend of sound. And ... it was Christmas carols. They also had a treble group and several soloists.
Then, four boys came out onto stage (Matthew included). These boys had learned a barbershop-type arrangement of "Go Tell It On The Mountain" by listening to a CD track and transcribing the music. They were awesome! What did I do? Cried through the whole thing. I thought I was safe. I had my back to the rest of the family and I was far enough away from Matthew that he wasn't going to be able to see me weeping away. Then, someone (Janet or Emma or someone) asked for my attention and I had to turn around to them all ... so that they could see my tear-streaked face. Jim just hugged me. I was so proud of Matthew!
My kids are growing up - and growing up nicely. Jacob is nearly taller than his father, Emma is a beauty and so outgoing. I love hanging out with these kids! I am going to thoroughly love hanging out with them as they grow into adulthood! Ahhh ... this is so fun. Honestly, I don't really miss being a mom when I have kids like this around. I am a fortunate woman.
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