"Don't Cry for Diego"

As I sat this morning with Tommy, my three year old, at the Go Diego Go, Live show, I found myself fighting back tears. I was so caught off guard that I actually stopped crying to try and figure out why exactly I was choking up. As I observed the things that were going on around me, I realized that this was a first for me. Let me start by describing the scene for you. Big, beautiful theatre in downtown Jacksonville, 1500 preschoolers, and anticipation on my little boy's face like I have never scene. We also took Tommy's little friend "Johnny Vodenicker" as Tommy refers to him often. I guess the wonder of it all in their little eyes just rubbed off on me a bit. I felt so priveledged to be able to see such joy in my son's eyes. I felt so blessed that we live in a country where we actually spend $15 a ticket for a three year old to be entertained. I felt releived when I realized that he did actually know this was a big deal and that he wouldn't take it for granted, at least not today. I guess the whole thing was just one of those moments that as a parent, you think back on and try not to forget. The way the velvet chair swallowed up their little bodies. The way they waved their baby jaguar masks in the air and roared with passion. It was truly one of the cutest things I have ever seen. It reminded me not only how much I love Tommy, but how much I love children. I love the simple pleasures that they point out, I love the hundreds of questions that they ask, yes...during the show. And I love how silly they get just by going in an elevator. So a tear or two might have dropped at the start of the show, but after that, it was mostly laughter.