Noah performed at our city orchestra's music hall this weekend. We were all very excited to hear our little virtuoso! He clowned around with his friends before the lights went down, but then sat remarkably still. He waited and listened to the violins, the violas, and the violins again. And then - it was time for the cellos! Up he marched with the other children, finding his instrument, safely parked where he left it. Out with the endpin, up with the bow, and waiting for his teacher's prompt to begin... he was off! Bowing away in unison with the others, some older, some younger. They were all very serious, to be sure. And how we all clapped when they finished! Soon, all the strings were on, singing - occasionally squeeking - us into swells of parental pride. Were there ever such talented children anywhere else on the face of the earth?

And then we went to Friendly's, where Noah appropriately dripped chocolate sauce onto his dress shirt. After all, he had kept it clean and tucked in until then.







Fans, left to right, Aunt Bev, David, Ben, Papaw, Bubbe, and Nanny







Pre-concert silliness calms the nerves. L-R: Isaiah, Noah, and Jamison










Serious musicians











Noah with Miss Barb











Proud parents, David and Jill, with their small cellist