:: music ::
One day these dirty little hands will make beautiful music, just like her father's. For now they are simply strumming a dusty child-sized guitar that gets picked up less frequently than I had hoped. Yesterday she did tell me that she is "all about the melody" and that she has big plans to "create beautiful melodies" some day. It's genetic, and in our family it's entirely paternal. Already, at seven, she speaks, unsolicitedly and dramatically, about how important music is in her life. I like that, and I hope and pray for her sake that her one true passion in life is indeed for something I know nothing about, like music. . . it'll be better that way, I'm certain.
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