The Best Parts of My Week
One of my church pianists wrote a song for our little congregation. She had sent me some little draft sound clips. But I was unprepared for when I saw a printed copy of the song and she included a dedication specifically to me as well as the congregation. My heart grew three sizes.
A favorite piano student is also beginning his journey of writing music. His joy at making something that is his alone is contagious.
My nephew (with help from his mom) called me to invite me to go to the library with him. A request impossible to refuse.
