I
promised him I wouldn't cry.
I
lied.
What’s
a mom to do when it’s her boy now a man heading out to fulfill a dream?
All
the years of school band concerts and me straining to see the little
spiky-haired boy behind the music stand; the shortest but loudest trumpet of
all and never missing a note…it’s all come down to this.
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| Cody in high school marching band 2009 |
All
the solos, the starched white shirts and black pants, the Christmas concerts,
spring concerts, jazz concerts, playing Sundays in church, for parades, funerals,
rest homes and Veteran’s Day…all right
next to his dad, the best teacher of all; the one who’s nurtured the love of
music that now burns a passion all its own.
It’s
come to this.
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| Cody and his Louis Armstrong Award, 2010 |
Train up a child
in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.
(Proverbs 22:6) ESV
His
bags are packed. The air is thick with anticipation.
The
tarnished yard-sale trumpet will remain in its case for now, though it’s served
him well over the years – the years that mattered most when all the learning,
growing, building and becoming quietly occurred.
It
will be a newer, shinier horn that accompanies him for the summer tour; one
that will better reflect the stadium lights when he takes the field….one that
will reflect the tears of joy and love from the proudest parents in the stands.
We love you, Cody and we're so proud of you!
Woo-Hoo!!!! Look out, drum corps! Here comes another Dillon!!!
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| Cody front and center marching with Pacific Crest, 2013 |
It's a whole new season, a whole new show and whole new excitement!
