I watched my son and his band play tonight.
I think it was heavy metal?
I'm not really certain because the names for these things change with time.
At any rate, his band would have been called heavy metal when I was cool.
Yes I was.
As I was saying....
I watched my son and his band play tonight and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
But, that's ok.
Because of the happy heart.
And the stickers that came with the CD.
Back to "as I was saying..."
On the way home from the concert, the one thing that kept resounding in my head (in addition to the final song), was how happy it made me to watch my son in his element.
The kid is pretty much ah-MAY-zing on the guitar, but it wasn't just that.
It was more than that.
It was the fact that I was seeing him happy.
Doing what he loves.
Loving what he does.
Enjoying life, his abilities, and just knowing who he is.
It made me think about what I've been thinking about lately.
If it makes me smile that much when I see my kid being himself...
How big is God's smile?
Just sort of makes you think...