The performance
Last night, Brandon and I had the rare privilege of attending a fabulous rock and roll festival. That was its actual name, "Fabulous Rock and Roll Festival". Our sweet little men for about an hour set aside their relentless fighting and chose to work together, to put on a performance for the ages.
They set the scene carefully. Their stage, the 3-foot-square landing almost at the bottom of our basement steps. Their sound system, a kid CD player and Paw Patrol microphone. Premier audience seats provided by two perfectly placed gigantic floor pillows.
There we sat and took in the magical and quite humorous talents of Trey and Aden. Two songs each, and while one brother was singing, the other would pop out from behind the stair wall at select moments of the song, and dance.
There were some odd moments, like when Aden came into the audience, picked up a fake carrot from the toy grill and threw it on the stage at Trey. Or when Aden sat down with the audience, grabbed a mesh ball pit and started swinging it around, hitting Brandon and me in the head. Or when Aden went back up onstage, said, "Get this carrot off the stage!" and flung it at us. Yeah, odd. Trey pretty much kept his cool through all of this, singing up a storm.
Shirtless Aden played some very intense air guitar. Trey engaged in some eyebrow-raising hip-shaking. And there was, as you can imagine, tons o'jock version. It was indeed a fabulous rock and roll festival.
At the end of which, Aden stood up and closed us out with prayer. Because every event, even fabulous rock and roll festivals, should include prayer.
Then in the closing announcements, Trey informed us that this was only a rehearsal, and that the full show would be held on Christmas day for the grandparents. Oh, what a treat awaits them all.
Not to be outdone, Aden announced plans for an Easter drama. These boys have, every year of their lives, seen Brandon and me drown in preparations for our Easter drama at church, so you can understand how excited I am to see what they come up with.
And the whole time I'm watching this and laughing at the uncontainable and immaculately-timed cuteness of my sons, all I can think is, it's worth it. The twenty-seven hours of labor, the C-section, the tears over being not enough, the shouting over arguing that just won't stop, the mire we are currently in and trying so desperately to shield them from.
It's worth it.
May these spontaneous and unforgettable moments amid life's turbulence keep on coming. Because sometimes we need a reminder. It's worth it.
They are worth it.
They set the scene carefully. Their stage, the 3-foot-square landing almost at the bottom of our basement steps. Their sound system, a kid CD player and Paw Patrol microphone. Premier audience seats provided by two perfectly placed gigantic floor pillows.
There we sat and took in the magical and quite humorous talents of Trey and Aden. Two songs each, and while one brother was singing, the other would pop out from behind the stair wall at select moments of the song, and dance.
There were some odd moments, like when Aden came into the audience, picked up a fake carrot from the toy grill and threw it on the stage at Trey. Or when Aden sat down with the audience, grabbed a mesh ball pit and started swinging it around, hitting Brandon and me in the head. Or when Aden went back up onstage, said, "Get this carrot off the stage!" and flung it at us. Yeah, odd. Trey pretty much kept his cool through all of this, singing up a storm.
Shirtless Aden played some very intense air guitar. Trey engaged in some eyebrow-raising hip-shaking. And there was, as you can imagine, tons o'jock version. It was indeed a fabulous rock and roll festival.
At the end of which, Aden stood up and closed us out with prayer. Because every event, even fabulous rock and roll festivals, should include prayer.
Then in the closing announcements, Trey informed us that this was only a rehearsal, and that the full show would be held on Christmas day for the grandparents. Oh, what a treat awaits them all.
Not to be outdone, Aden announced plans for an Easter drama. These boys have, every year of their lives, seen Brandon and me drown in preparations for our Easter drama at church, so you can understand how excited I am to see what they come up with.
And the whole time I'm watching this and laughing at the uncontainable and immaculately-timed cuteness of my sons, all I can think is, it's worth it. The twenty-seven hours of labor, the C-section, the tears over being not enough, the shouting over arguing that just won't stop, the mire we are currently in and trying so desperately to shield them from.
It's worth it.
May these spontaneous and unforgettable moments amid life's turbulence keep on coming. Because sometimes we need a reminder. It's worth it.
They are worth it.
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