It is already a week past your concert and I am still beaming!

You always sit in the same spot. I always try to catch an expression. You are stoic. That wasn't me squeaking, is your constant report to me. I don't care if it was, I am so proud to see you up on that stage, with your little whistle, I mean clarinet.:) It is really a dream come true for me. You are playing and growing into a man. Each concert is a treat for me. Your manly face is losing the childish gleam. Maturity is catching up with you and I am happy to have gotten to know you through these great days. I love you!!! Keep on whistling!