Noah just came downstairs while I had the PBS Pearl Jam documentary on. He immediately walked toward the TV, dropped his jaw, and bent half way over the lean on the couch.
"Who is this?" he asked. It was actually more like "Whooo iiis thiiis??"
This from the boy who at 2 told people his favorite singer was Bob Dylan. We went on and talked about it.
The list of things that I love about this child is endless, but his reaction to music, his connection to it, makes me feel like we share a secret. Music speaks to him, it hits him, hard. Me too. He is so much like his Dad in so many ways, but I get this one, and I love it.