Tonight we went to see one of Alex’s performances at UVU. His Grandma (my Aunt Elaine) was also there visiting because of other various grandchildren activities, and made it part of her trip.
He is in the chamber orchestra and has been enjoying it. (Although he was getting annoyed with people dropping the class mid-way through the semester.) We arrived in time for his portion of the concert. However, we had to wait in the hall because we had to go in between sets, so as not to disrupt the performers and audience members. During the applause, we and 20 other people started to filter into the medium-sized auditorium. As we sat down to listen, I looked around and mouthed to Dave, “Where’s Samuel?” In the shuffle, we lost him. Dave went out to look for him. He stayed out for the rest of the concert (which was only 20 minutes). When we met back up with Dave and Samuel, he said that a crying Sam was holding the hand of a kind young father at the door. Samuel was pretty upset (understandably), so Dave just stayed out in the foyer with him.
It reminds me of the time that everyone in my family tells me about being left in the store. When my family arrived back home, everybody had assumed that I was being watched by someone else. As a result, I was left back at the store. I don’t remember a thing, but I certainly remember my dad telling me about how guilty he felt when he came back to gather me up, and that the policeman holding my hand gave him a disapproving look.
History aside, Alex’s concert went well, we were able to visit with Aunt Elaine at the intermission, and we all arrived at home. Everyone. 🙂
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