You know what's wonderful?
It's wonderful that from here until eternity I will hear "Ode To Joy" and remember this day… the day that a little boy in a Commanche Brave costume that he had a big hand in making, took the stage for his first fiddle recital.
He was pretty nervous about the whole thing, and wondered more than once why he can't just play the fiddle "without doing it in front of anybody?"
And now he knows… because then he wouldn't have experienced the triumph of nailing every note, taking his bow amid all the clapping, coming home to a kitchen full of balloons, pizza and pineapple, silly string, Shirley Temples in jack o'lantern cups and even a trophy, that Mama and Daddy had made just for a rockin' little fiddler.
For me at least, "Ode to Joy" won't bring to mind Beethoven or concert halls or grand orchestras… that particular arrangement of notes will always sing to me (and I'm guessing to him) of a sweet little seven year old boy who triumphed.