Big day today.
This morning I went to my first funeral. A friend of my daddy lost his brother in a car accident a few days ago. I was feeling quite happy and excited all morning, on the drive, and walking into the funeral home, but as soon as I saw everyone in the reception room, I got very quiet, put my head on daddy's shoulder, and didn't move or say a word for about 10 minutes while daddy talked to his friend. I felt that a lot of people were sad.
Before we left, daddy and I stopped to look at some signs and pictures that the six-year-old daughter of the guy that died had put together. I pointed to several hearts that had been glued on the board and said "heart" over and over. Daddy hugged me.
This evening, mommy and daddy and I walked (OK, I was in the stroller) down to Oakhurst to watch a guy daddy knows (he was introduced to me as Garrett) play guitar and sing. Mommy and daddy ordered beers, and I sat in my high chair and looked around the room at everything. An accordion, the guy's guitar, the coasters.
Then I got thirsty. So I pulled on daddy's arm. When he leaned down to listen to me, I said "juice! bubbies!" (That means "bubbles", which is bubble water.) So daddy got up and got me a plastic cup of cranberry juice and soda water from the guy working the bar. I had never had cranberry juice before, but after the first sip which made me pucker up a little, I drank the rest of it no problem. Daddy thinks I'm a big boy now for going to a bar, hanging out, and ordering my own drink!
When Garrett started singing, I listened to everything he sang, and I even started singing along with him. And when he said he had written one of the songs about his daughter before she was born, I turned to mommy and daddy and said "baby!" "That's right!" they told me; "this song is about a baby!"
Today it was a funeral and a bar, ordering drinks and singing. What else is out there for me to learn about?
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