Life recently has been calm (...saying that very quietly so no one can hear it and change it...). Aside from daily struggles and daily victories, it seems we're slipping into the lazy days of Summer, where the heat sticks to you like honey, and there is a constant film of sweat all over you.
Jason has been hard at work...perfecting his Call of Duty skills, which will certainly come in handy one day in life, I'm sure of it :) But he's also been able to flex his creative muscle and spend some time playing with a local band. As a drummer, he is constantly hitting, tapping, banging, slapping, counting, bobbing, pounding something to a beat only he hears. After being with him for nearly a decade, I've grown accustomed to becoming a human drum, and very often have to remind him that my knee is not a solid as a bongo drum, nor does my car dashboard appreciate the constant beating to the tune of Hold That Tiger (aka LSU pregame).
So how excited was I when I found out he was invited to play with some friends at a local hangout with his new cajon drum (see wooden box-looking thing above). For four hours, he was in heaven. Playing along to every song under the sun, and enjoying being able to be a musician once again. He is a musician at heart, he hears melodies, notes, songs, rhythms that affect him on a different level.
I hope he continues to have chances like this to be in this space, to be in this way, and to live in his musical world, just for a little while. Makes him happy = makes me happier.
