Tomorrow I'll take time out of the Big Grocery Shop and Nursing the Ailing Three Year Old (and the Third Child) and looking at paint chips (yes, yet again) and attempting to figure out what is wrong with FIL's cat (loong story.) because:
Cass sings at the Music Festival.
He's a little leery of this and not sure he really wants to, but three months ago it sounded a lot more fun, you see, and so now he's signed up for not only the class presentation but a solo performance as well.
(A solo....that he's singing with two other boys. Not exactly sure how this works, but it'll be good. I'm sure.)
Tomorrow is the group performance. He picked out his clothes tonight, agonizing over individualism versus blending in (and the Hawaiian shirt won again, at least as of now)
and went to bed humming.
Tomorrow afternoon I'll go and cheer him on.
In a world where so many things are thrust upon us at once, sometimes it's just nice to stop
and hear the young'uns sing.