Slowly but surely….
Five years ago, a gallon of milk sold for $2.80, a loaf of bread sold for $1.72, a gallon of regular gas sold for $1.52. Last weekend, Owan and I were browsing over Kamille’s Baby Book. I haven’t really finished entering information in her book, still the stuff that I managed to write was worth reading and smiling about. I don’t know how true this is (maybe just from my point of view) but I wrote down that Sugar Ray was one of the hottest bands during that year.
A couple of weeks ago, Kyo, Kamille and I, together with Manny, Nel, Cyn, Kyle, Cris and Edwin watched Sugar Ray’s concert at the San Mateo County Fair. It was only the second concert that I have been to (first one was Gin Blossoms also at the Fair). The place was packed! We were about to get good seats near the stage but there was a misunderstanding with the additional price we had to pay so we ended up sitting about 20 rows from the stage. Which is not that bad. When the concert started, it was so loud! I’m surprised Kyle was able to sleep through all that noise. Kyo brought with him his zoom lens and he was able to take some photos of Mark McGrath and the rest of Sugar Ray. Cris and I wanted to see Mark upclose so we walked up near the stage just to get even a quick glimpse of what he looked like. He’s aight (as Randy Jackson of American Idol would have said).
Kamille made a comment to her godmother, Cyn, that "concerts are no fun". To which Cyn replied, "tell that to me in 10 years". One time I asked her if she would be driving me around when she gets older but she said she doesn’t want to drive. Yeah, right! I’m betting that by the time she’s almost 16 she’ll be begging us to teach her how to drive.
I know she’s still young and right now all she cares about is playing and school. Time will come when she will start to do more of the adult stuff and slowly I’m preparing myself for the inevitable. How I wish that she would remain a baby forever but someday I will need to let go. And I know that. Kyo and I will just be on the sidelines watching her and hoping that we’ve taught her well.
