Unless you're a certified junkie like me, you'd never understand. Show choir, high school students, music and choreography fill most waking moments of my entire life. My wife and I talk about it. I write music while I'm jogging and driving. I constantly am on some sort of double-secret lookout for the perfect song that nobody else has heard yet. And to top it off, I do it for a living over 300 days per year. Show choir has fed my family, purchased my home, taken my family on vacations to amazing destinations, gotten my car, built my reputation, kept me in shape, driven me nuts and made most of my hair turn grey and start falling out!
But tomorrow will be grand! My princess in her gorgeous costumes, performing with the Carmel Ambassadors, one of America's finest high school groups. Grandma Dixie, Pepaw Jim, my wife and I will all be up front with a mix of tears, laughter, pride, amazement and nostalgia hitting us full force all at once. We'll yell like fools, cheer like idiots and throw rotted tomatoes at the other groups,..........perhaps not that last thing. Most of all, I step away from the weekly routine of judging and critiquing, of firing everybody up for the big push into finals, and I just get to be,....a,.....dad!! SWEET!!
The next morning it'll be an all-too-early trek across Indianapolis on virtually no sleep to watch my youngest daughter swim her heart out at the yearly divisionals meet. Trying her hardest to make state cuts, drop best times and raise her "street-cred" within the Carmel Swim Club to new heights. I'll be sleepy, semi-delusional, and in a quasi-trance state from lack of rest, but it's just so freaking worth it!! My duchess has swam better than ever this year, and has even been conquering the world of algebra, which HAD been conquering her until recently.
2 daughters, 2 days, 2 big events, and 2 chances to take some time to just flat out be a daddy. Very, very cool indeed.
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