We started the day at 4 a.m. Maybe we could have slept in later, but I doubt it.

Today was the reason for coming and we had better be on-time, if not severely early.

We were severely early -- arriving at 6 a.m. for an 8 a.m. parade start.

It was cold, the streets were lined with people burning wood in small backyard stoves, sleeping on air mattresses and selling their own coffee for $2 a cup.

It was a circus atmosphere. Someone from New Orleans said it reminded her of Mardi Gras. I expect that it's similar, but on a smaller scale.

Three hours later, the first sign of the parade arrived in the form of a team of motorcycle officers riding in formation and performing tricks.

Within 15 minutes, the purple and gold could be seen from atop our grandstand perch.

"There they are!" parents yelled. Everyone stood. Cameras snapped and videotape rolled.

As they approached, we all hollered for them and we were greeted by J.R., our band director, waving and smiling like no one has ever seen. It was clear he was happy and proud of those 186 kids out there behind him.

It seemed to last only a couple of seconds as the band passed by, but it etched many memories that will last lifetimes.

I know Cathy and I were extremely proud to see our children out there representing so many and so much. It was an awesome feeling and a great time.