Almost fourteen years ago I met a guy at church. I liked the guy. The guy liked me. Four years later, we married. Four years after that, we had our daughter. Two years after that, we had our son. I went to grad school and became a social worker and a Presbyterian minister. He gigged and practiced, practice and gigged. He recorded albums. He toured. He practiced, and practiced and practiced. He was nominated for a Grammy. TWICE. Lost to Herbie Hancock and Wayne Shorter. If you’re gonna lose, you want to lose to these guys.
Life is difficult sometimes. Never enough time. Hardly enough money. But, oh, we are having fun. And, oh, am I proud of this man. He is a gifted artist– truly, truly gifted. And he is humble. And faith-filled. And kind. And generous. And the best dad of all time (well, he’s tied with my dad and my brother).
Today was a good day, because he is finally allowing me to make public (because it’s already public now!) a little of what he was up to this summer. It’s big, flashy, sexy news. It is a testament to his art, and to the friends and mentors who surround him and teach him and encourage him.
Life unexpected… What an understatement.