has mastered the music book and thinks his chances of getting a spot (one of only four) to play in the concert are pretty high. he has gotten really good, really fast. much better than i was playing the flute in fourth grade. how crazy is it that i remember it so vividly, remember hating practicing for thirty minutes everyday. remember cheating and not learning the notes, writing the letters above them. remember thinking i should have chosen the drums. i wanted to learn the drums so bad. but we didnt have enough money to buy them-you couldnt rent drums for some reason. so i had to rent a flute. me, with a flute. just weird!
but drew with a violin just isnt weird at all.
he is such a sweet young man. he really is a young man now. my drewey. little lanky, freckley, glasses slipping down his nose drewey.
