I am looking at the "directions" that Gerry printed off about what to include in a toast to the bride and groom. It says: Reminisce about your daughter's pre-wedding years.
As the day of the wedding draws near, it is interesting to reflect on the process which brought her to this event. It would be hard to trace it back exactly. It clearly is tied to music, as Joy's (her name in this blog) life always has been. I'd like to think that playing a tape of beautiful lullaby music to put her to sleep as an infant and a toddler might have something to do with that. Anyway......she grew up with music of one kind of another--singing in chorus, select choir, piano. . She tried out the clarinet in the elementary band (at her father's suggestion). One day, with no input from her parents, nor them having any knowledge of it, she decided that she would play the xylophone in the band. We learned about it at a concert, as I recall. That made sense, in a way, since she had been taking piano lessons. And so she became a percussionist, playing bells, xylophone, chimes, drums, etc., excelling throughout high school.
Then on her first couple of days as a freshmen at Cornell, she sought out the Big Red Band and was immediately hooked. Four years in the band kept her completely occupied, busy, and socially engaged. And within a few months, a young man named Matt was rather hooked on her. Of course, we had no idea then that seven years later, they would become husband and wife. How interesting to think that a decision she made as a young elementary school child would lead her to her mate.
Life is like that. One turn here or there, and it leads you to your destiny.
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