"I took my 8 year old son to the B96 Jingle Bash in Chicago" - a quick review:
PART 3: "Crap" + "Rap" = "Crapper"
PART 4: Oh Brit-Brit
and now, the Big Finish.
PART 5: "...and to all a good night."
The night of the B96 Jingle Bash, I told G we were going to a “different Target from our regular one” to get a specific ugly sweater for my company holiday party.
But once in the Target parking lot we FaceTimed with his Nona and Papa, whose generosity made Jingle Bash possible: “You aren’t really going to buy an ugly sweater, tonight," they told him. "You are actually going to your first concert! Merry Christmas!”
“It’s like a dream come true!” was all G could say.
Unfortunately, for the next 1000 feet of driving the traffic was gridlocked - 30 minutes with my car in "park." We were going to be late, and his favorite act - Sean Mendes - was going on first. I could not even contain my frustration as I had been planning this for two months and now the best part might be ruined. Grunts of first-world despair sailed over my steering wheel and fogged up my windshield before G brought it all back into perspective:
"Mom. It's just people singing."
(As it turned out, we got to our seats just in time to see Sean sing his two big hits.)
It was a long, awesome night, and he was asleep before we even got home. Thanks again, Nona and Papa.
It really is the most wonderful time of the year.
That's my piece, and that's my peace. And that's my foreseeable future, too. I've decided that for 2017, this photo essay format will be my jam.
While most people "Never say never," I say "Never say always," but I'm as sure as I can be that this quotidian photo story thing is where it's at for me right now. Starting January 1st, I will be posting a teeny-tiny photo essay once a day, Monday - Friday. (With an occasional essay post now and then, I'm sure)
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Thank you so much for taking the time to read my silly words. It truly means the world. Carry On.
OSM (for now. More about that, soon...)