D is home for the summer and music is abound in our abode. There is the constant out of an aria in every imaginable language--she'll practice singing while walk through the grocery store. Voice lessons once a week. Master classes in the Central West End. And piano.
Before M returned to school, I heard M walk over to D as she was playing "Dawn" yesterday and whisper to her, "if Mom is every mad at you just play the piano and that will make everything okay." Haha! Well, maybe it will ease my madness. I am in love with my D's talents.
I have two months to fill my soul with her talents...then she'll go away again.
Savoring the moments. Aaaahhhhh.