There you are – beautiful. Your guiding hands on his. He is your puppet. You are there, teaching him about music and rhythm and love. Drums. These were the backbone of our band together and the reason why I met you. I am so thankful for the day I found your notice on the music store bulletin board, “16 year old female drummer looking for band”. It was fate, really. I was thrilled to have you as a drummer and even more thrilled to have you as a friend.
Then there is my boy – your godson. That smile on his face is pure happiness and excitement. It brings tears to my eyes. You stand over him eager to teach. You lend him cymbals for his first kit. Such a simple gesture yet but profound in our story – in his story.
I am grateful for you. I am grateful for music. I am grateful for how you love my children. I am grateful to love yours.