Sound of Music

Leaving the house soon to finish making ready for tonight.

My senior, the only piano player in this family of 6, plays her final recital this evening.

For 10 years, the piano strings have been pushed.  Music was at first played haltingly, without correct timing, with great simplicity; the pieces have grown in difficulty, becoming twirling, breath-taking, hauntingly beautiful old friends.

Each piece that will be played tonight is heavy with memories.  I have cried often this past school year as these pieces have been polished and committed to memory.

It seemed at first as though this recital was far, far off.

Tonight I'm wondering who hurtled us to this place in time.  Is it here already?

I will hear the music over the summer, but I must wean myself as well.  It will be a rare occasion come late August.

How does one do that?

Young mamas, are you stopping & stooping, enjoying and savoring?