Sorry I've left you hanging on the rest of our trip to New England last month. I took notes while on the trip in on of those 6"x 9", top-spiraled notebooks so I would remember what I wanted to blog about. However, I had not been able to find the book again for the past week to continue my story. We must have at least a hundred of these books around the house! I don't know where they come from! I don't buy them. I found my notes in the 6th notebook I looked through tonight. *sigh* Anywho, I'm just glad I found it and when I'm done tonight, I need to put in a place where the hubs can't include it in his "straightening up".
I love how sparsely settled Vermont is compared to where I live. Just mountains and valleys of green that go on and on. The view kept me so occupied during the drive. I never get tired of seeing the shadows of the clouds on the mountains nor the trees growing out of the rock faces where the roads were carved out of mountains. Those trees are a wonderful example of perseverance! When I was a kid, we would drive up to Vermont at least twice a year and I've missed it.
On the afternoon of August 19th, we went to The Vermont Country Store, one of the very few places I actually go willing to shop. I wanted to buy everyone on my Christmas list presents there. In the morning we were hanging at the rec room of my Nana's apartment complex, playing board games and doing laundry, when a storm rolled in. The thunder is amazing to hear, rolling down from the mountain tops and echoing back up. What a beautiful symphony of nature. There was a piano in the rec room and B wanted to try it. He does not play; we don't even have a piano. My ILs have a small, electric one and B loves to sit for a bit every time we visit them in Baltimore. He tries to teach himself parts of songs by ear, like Row, Row, Row Your Boat. He sat down at that upright, in the rec room, in the middle of a storm in Southern Vermont and his fingers just flew over those keys. He wasn't playing a known piece; he was creating his own. It was an absolutely beautiful concerto! He played hard and soft, high and low, cords and notes. What a concert between his playing, the steady rhythm of the falling rain and the echos of thunder. I was so mesmorized, I didn't even think to get out my camera and record his playing until he was done. I am so upset at myself for that! One of the other residents was heading out for a walk when the storm hit and ducked into the rec room to wait it out. She also felt blessed to hear this spontaneous creation of B's that day.
We headed down to Massachusetts on Saturday morning to attend my cousin's wedding that afternoon. It was a beautiful ceremony with the most poignant vows. When an officiant says the standard, "for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health" to a bride and groom, most of us have no idea what worse, poorer or sickness could possible be waiting for us and plenty of us are not equipped to deal with it. But this minister had realistic and direct vows that couples nowadays could use and truly live by, "I will love you even when you drive me crazy; I will respect you even when we argue".
The wedding was an interracial marriage and there was no bride side or groom side for sitting. We all mingled throughout the seats. There was a vase with a hole in the middle that the couple went to during the ceremony. The minister held a bottle of white sand, the bride a bottle of light green sand and the groom a bottle of black sand. The minister poured half of his sand in the bottom and the bride and groom then poured in their own sands, sometimes together, sometimes taking turns, until their bottles were empty. Then the minister poured the rest of his white sand on top. The white sand represented God, the foundation and roof of their union. Sometimes a layer of green sand was thicker, sometimes the black, symbolizing when one will be strong and the other will lean on the 1st. It was a lovely vase to display in their home as a daily reminder.
The reception was fabulous! We were still eating dinner, the DJ was playing some music in the background and B asked if he could go visit my parents who were assigned to another table. Their table happened to be right in front of the DJ and when he got there, the song changed to one he really liked. The wall behind the head table was mirrored and my boy just loves watching himself in a mirror. Forgetting that the room was full of people, he turned to the mirror, got into his zone and just danced. Table by table, people started turning to watch him and the videographer came up behind him, filming, but he was completely unaware. He was in his happy place. When the song ended and the place erupted in applause, he finally noticed his audience; and he was hooked. I don't think I got him to sit down for the rest of the night.
By the end of the night, the DJ was ready to hire B as his partner because he said B could get a crowd going and keep it going. B and one of his 10 yr old female cousins, H, were selected to get the whole place on the dance floor. H was shy and did not want to dance in front of everyone, but B told her not to worry, he would lead. And lead he did! It was awesome! After a minute, the DJ stopped the music and that was the cue for B & H to go grab a new partner from the tables. Every time the music stopped, if you were on the dance floor you had to run and pull someone new onto the dance floor, too. It was crazy fun. We also did the Soul Train dance line! I'd never done that before and it was so awesome! It was such a proud night for me. When so many people from both families told me what a great dancer B was, I knew my baby really had a gift. And he had such confidence. On the way back to the hotel he just beamed. As I tucked him into bed he said sleepily, "Mama, my objective was to dance with the bride tonight and I danced with her three times." You sure did, baby. You sure did.
- I am a very lucky woman with a husband and son who are smart, witty and entertaining. Our son, B, attended public school for two years, and then we embarked on a new adventure in the Fall of 2010 - homeschooling. We don't have all the answers, but we know B and this has been the best thing for him. I blog to preserve our stories and our memories, share recipes, vent and ramble on about our crazy, yet blessed, life. Would you care to follow along?