The food was delicious, organic and gluten free. And then the music began.
The very first song tugged at my heart. When the chorus hit, tears trickled down my face.
"Good morning, America, How are you? Say don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans..."
and to see my son, Christopher, his wife Lauren, and their girls Ivydee and Jolie. New Orleans has a rich music history and the daily offerings of live music is plenteous.
The first three songs I could not stop the tears. I felt joy, sadness, love, and longing. The forth was an upbeat song. I was smiling again. In the middle of the song, the lead singer remarked that this is where the saxophone solo should be. The mandolin player picked his best sax solo. Instantly I was transported back to junior high school. I didn't play saxophone, but I did play alto clarinet which is very similar. Seventh grade band was when I became friends with Kathleen. She sat in front of me in the clarinet section. She was quite friendly, I think because she had a crush on my brother. Thirty years later, she became my sister--in-law.
A few lively Irish songs and my tears were gone. I was tapping along to the music. Then the mandolin player performed a few impressive solos. The water works flowed again. I imagined my dad playing the mandolin or his steel guitar. He would have enjoyed this performance by Mark, and his picking of the 12 string guitar player. I wish I could share moments like this with my dad.
Some songs were fun to hear, others stirred intense emotions. I missed Sarabeth, Travis and my newest grandbaby Aspen.
I thought about the upcoming wedding of Hilary and Ryan, and I wondered what song they would use for their first dance. I imagined Michael dancing with his youngest for the father daughter dance. Would it be Louis Armstrong's "What a Wonderful World?" Ah, New Orleans memories again.
Thank-you Michael for a lovely evening. It was perfect, except the music made me miss family. I love spending time with you and I love you more than ever!
"Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth, burst into jubilant song with music;" (Ps. 98:4)
(I found this draft from March 14th so decided to post it.)