On Tuesday night, Snowman played in a big concert at City By the Sea’s Big Auditorium, as a member of two of the City By the Sea Wind Ensembles, a program of the University of Southern Vacationland. These concerts have always fallen right in the midst of #1 Son’s college semesters, and since there is a hope on Snowman’s part of going far, far away to school next year, and because there was a particularly gorgeous piece of music on the program, #1 Son came home to hear his little brother play.
A friend drove him to the train station, and he changed to a bus in Beantown, helped drive his brother to the rehearsal, had dinner with us, attended the concert, then got up at 5 the next morning to catch the 6 o’clock bus to get a train that would allow him to be back at school taking an exam at 2:40 p.m. That kind of brotherly love was my dream when they were little boys, and while it went on hiatus during a phase of their lives, it makes me happy to see them together this way.
When Snowman was born, #1 Son rode with us on the gurney from Labor and Delivery to my room. He had been waiting with his grandmother just down the hall and was the first person in to see the new little fellow. During the pregnancy he had spoken of “our baby” and been one of the parties to choosing “our baby’s” name.
He was four years and almost eight months old, and he found the mewling bundle a bit disappointing. When we had been home for a few days, I asked, “Don’t you love the baby?”
He held his hands about six inches apart and said, “I love him this much.”
One beautiful day, he turned to me, flung his arms wide and said, “I love him this much!!!”
I guess he still does.