Knowing there is a concert always makes the day before — and morning of — interesting.
The shirt that was “fine” a day previous is suddenly found to have stains. The pants or tie or belt (or socls or shoes) are missing or require attention.
Last minute rush always includes such treats as finding the music folder, remembering the time for final rehearsal and finding a parking space…
I love my kids’ concerts. I enjoy seeing them work hard, listening to the final product, and taking lots of photos.
Tomorrow is another such event. I can hear one boy whistling in the shower. The other is reading quietly while he waits his turn. Life is good.