Lately, he's added electric bass to his loves. He sounds great on the traditional classic stand up, but he adores his electric. Jazz is his thing. Smooooooth Jazz.
He's usually nestled in some corner of our home with an instrument, figuring out licks or practicing his scales. Seriously. Scales. I never have to ask him to practice. Never. Loving that!
Yesterday, I came around the corner to my living room and found this:
Yep. We're thinking he'll be our child who wants purple hair. Or an earring. Or both. As long as he's rocking for the Lord, we'll be cheering him on all the way!






