Friday Knight Lights
I’m writing something right now that has nothing to do with what my wife just sent me.
My daughter is in her junior year in high school.
She has been in the marching band for almost five years. She plays trumpet and mellophone.
My son is in the sixth grade. This year he was invited to try out for the high school marching band. He went for percussion. He made it.
There are some definite benefits to the discipline that marching band gives both of them.
There is a pride that I have watching both of them develop over the past couple of years and this year.
I wrote the other night that marching band season and competition are over for the band this year. And it is.
Plans are in the works, though. People have some big aspirations for next year, and I wish them all they hope for.
Win or lose, it’s all about the journey.
It’s dusty in here.
That’s it. That’s the post.