My Man

I didn't tell you today while we were walking to the bus stop but it was in my mind all throughout the evening... During the service, the worship part to be more specific I was afraid that my nose is gonna hit the ceiling... I felt so proud... I think I've never felt so proud in my life... Not even for my own successes. I was proud of you (and of course smiling like a jerk which is normal, for me i mean). I am proud of you. I wanted to get up on a chair, point to you and say something like: "Ha ha... That's MY man!!! You see that? You hear those drums? Yeah, that's MY man playing!!!" It starts to become something regular... I mean you play like that all the time... You are great at it and I don't come and tell you this cause it's normal... But even though i don't tell you all those things doesn't mean they're not in my head... Maybe other people don't notice that anymore... Just like no one goes to Stilio and Yavor to tell them how great they were... But I notice... I remember every single time you get up on that stage and sit on that uncomfortable chair, picking up those sticks and giving your 100%. I remember. I notice. I listen... I don't want to freak you out but sometimes I find myself not hearing all the other instruments and listening to you playing those drums. I feel like I'm the one who's up there. I notice when sometimes you go a little bit wrong with the beat and in those moments my heart stops for a second... I know that you will fix it but still... I worry about that kind of things... Not about you being bad at it cause you're not. You are the most amazing drummer in the world... I know I'm not objective but it's true. You've made an incredible progress. I don't know much about music but you are great, you are awesome. So never let anyone tell you that you suck or that you can't do it. Maybe in the beginning no one believed you could do it but i knew, i was certain that if there's anyone in the world who could do something... That person would be you. It's one of the reasons I love you...