Upon request, I was playing Joe Bonamassa this morning while eating a small bowl of Special K Wild Berry Fruit and Yogurt cereal (think what you may about how they market exclusively to woman and derive from that what you will – the stuff tastes great!). My son was seated beside me, also eating his breakfast while bouncing his head in rhythm to the music.
We began talking about his concert experience a few months ago and what he enjoyed the most. Meeting the bass player, Carmine Rojas, remains the highlight of his night. What fascinated me this morning, was not that he remembered meeting Mr. Rojas, but what he remembers about it:
“Daddy, his beard was smoother than yours.”
Be it a blessing or curse, he takes it all in. I envy him for that.