when you dream...

We saw the email come through just after we said goodnight to Laura.  With a deep breath and a prayer, we opened and scrolled for the results... seeking his name.  Hoping, hoping.  The breath whooshed out of both of us at once, and we picked up the phone to call home...
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It seems that as soon as you have more than one child in school, the choices begin... because you are inevitably needed in two places at once.  Sometimes it can be solved with Mom going one way and Dad the other... but mostly you still ache to be in the other place. 

There was no compromise available last week, our plan to move Laura to Gainesville was set in stone before we knew dates for drumline auditions.  I would have liked to be there for Cam... offering encouraging words as he went to the audition, chatting about how it went afterwards.  I would have liked to hold his hands in mine while I prayed that this would be the right time... and I really would have liked to see his face when he whooped a YES! at the news that he was finally going to get to play the bass drum.  It is his dream-come-true. 

From the very first time he saw a drumline performance he knew that he wanted to be a part of it.  He worked so hard in his sixth grade year and earned a spot in the percussion section... and there, he fell in love with the bass drum.  While everyone was rushing for snare, he was happy with the slow and steady beat of the bass.  High school drumline is big deal... and while he has been happy with his cymbals, his desire has been to return to that big bass drum. I see a whole lot of hard work coming his way... but this young man, boy of my heart, he has it in him.  I can hardly wait for August!