music to my ears
so to speak.
It’s a beautiful thing when my child decides to take on responsibility. Not because her friends are doing it, not because it’s the “cool” thing to do, only because she wants to do it.
And while the dog may be under the kitchen table hiding, and L. covers her ears (or asks where the earmuffs are), James and I sit there and watch her practice and play while the squeeky notes flow out of her flute.
Entry filed under: family life.