Coroando Ward or Bust

Last night was scout night. It was also an impromptu jam session at the church. An email was sent out the day before. It's hard to believe a last minute, week night party would entice a big crowd, but this is no ordinary neighborhood. The gym was full of people. I am going to take a wild guess and say 200 adults and children were there to rock out and say farewell to the Buck family. They are amazing and we are going to miss them terribly.

I honestly don't know what it is about this ward, but something very special is going on. There is such a feeling of love and acceptance and goodness when we get together. As women we give each other the benefit of the doubt. If there is gossip happening, I have never been a witness to it. There is comradery and friendship and bucket loads of service. We are young and very busy with our little ones (and there are LOTS of them) but we are all a part of a much bigger, inclusive ward family.

Aaron got a call the night before (probably around 10:30 PM) asking him if he would Bust A Move on stage. He came straight from work and didn't have any time to rehearse with the band (Bishop Buck on the drums, President Leavitt on guitar, Dennis Carter and the Gwins singing) but Aaron grabbed his sunglasses from his car and he was good to go. He dedicated his rap to all the babies and mamas in the ward. Hilarious.

I am going to be honest and say that the rap itself was bad. Totally fun to watch, but pretty terrible. Aaron's mike wasn't loud enough and he knew it, so he was basically screaming the lyrics. and they were going way too fast. Like, unbelievably fast. I was laughing so hard. I kind of wished he could have done it with the original song, because there was no comparison to the performance at his work party. But I also love the fact that the "band" could pull it off, back up singers and all. It was just so much fun to watch. I love that Aaron was willing to hop on stage and do the whole song even though he knew he was making a fool of himself. I knew I married the right man after he did the sprinkler.

The Fisher family band performed too and they were as awesome as ever. Heather definitely knows how to work that black wig. I can't watch them without wanting to form our own family band. We would be terrible, for sure. But I can only imagine how much fun we'd have rocking out in our garage. Today my goal is to find a drumset on craigslist. Preferably one that has a silencer with headphones (for when the baby is napping, of course.)