Tonight, we attended the "Bandquet" (get it?) at Wakefield High School. My oldest baby is a freshman and marched with the Marching Woverines to The Raven. Will plays the trombone. He also plays in the concert band.
After dinner, we all settled in for the award section of the evening. The seniors were honored. The colorguard got pins. Will earned his letter, a marching band pin and a concert medal. We were so proud of him for getting all of this in his first year. Then the highlight of the evening...A plaque for Most Outstanding Rookie in the marching band went to (da, da, da, daaaa) Will Martin!
YEAAAAH! Woohoo!! Loud finger whistles! Mama, sit down!
I went back to the program to see how Will was chosen for this award. All of the band members voted for the rookie who performed at the highest level. I had to restrain myself from running to Will's table (where he was sitting with all of his friends), wrapping my arms around him and jumping up and down! I wanted to call my mama and tell her. We still had two more hours of awards before I could even congratulate my boy, and for you other motha's out there, we aren't allowed affection displays in public. When I finally got to him, I got a quick shoulder bump hug as he scanned the room to see who was watching.
Boy, I am so proud of you! If I embarrassed you, too bad!
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