Music Man

The most important thing in the world to me is that my children love God with all of their hearts, souls, and minds. Close to the top of that same wish list, though, is that they also love music.

Jones has already shown lots of indications that he does - his first smile came at his Kindermusik class at 6 weeks old. He stops and listens anytime he hears a tune, and tonite? Tonite, he responded to big band music the same way I did the first time I heard it.

After Freddie went to bed, Jeremy and I left him with my mom and took Jones to the last of this summer's lakeside concerts at the same Furman Amphitheatre where we got married. We almost didn't go. It was late; Jones seemed to be on the borderline of a bedtime-meltdown, and it just seemed too rushed to be worthwhile.

We decided to do it, anyway, and boy, am I ever glad that we did.

If a picture speaks a thousand words, these videos sing a million. As we left, Jones boogied out, laughing, dancing, and looking back all the way at the orchestra that was still playing.