Tonight was Sean's holiday concert at his middle school. If you've been to one, then you know the drill. You wait patiently for your child/brother/friend/cousin/whomever to perform and try to survive the rest of the evening.
Sean rocked on the sax as always, but that wasn't the story of the night.
Sean doesn't have braces anymore. Yet that's not the story either. Not entirely.
Let's back up.
From the time he could do so, Sean had an electric smile. I mean, simply mega-watts. It was the expression handed down through generations.
Then, basically, it stopped.
He'd grin. He'd smile without showing his teeth. On occasions, he'd show his teeth, but it was the smile I was used to.
He didn't like his teeth.
He got braces a few years ago, and the smiles continued to hide, or be seen in moments with the braces showing.
Yet tonight, after he finished the concert and greeted his family, he posed for a picture. The braces were removed today, and I encouraged him to show those teeth off. This instantly became one of my favorite pictures of him.
By the way, here is his eighth grade picture. Still handsome for sure.
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