Sunday, September 21, 2008
This boy is my middle child, born on a midsummer day the way he was supposed to be born. This boy has always been jolly, pleased with himself and happy in the world.
This boy is now ten years old and went with me to the Beck concert last night at the Hollywood Bowl. He stood on his chair with his arms in the air and screamed, he said, "Like a little schoolgirl," a phrase that he borrowed from his younger brother.
I know next to nothing about Beck but loved him instantly for affirming my son's essential joy. I got to see it for almost four hours, pure and wild and loud.