Saturday, November 16, 2013

Saturday night

She might spend 30 minutes silently staring at those keys, only to swipe at them once and then turn away. Yet, when her sister Emily plays, she hollers out sounds that suggest a song of her own interpretation.


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And this one? She gives a full range of silent expressions, making me guess that the song is still somewhere deep inside.  Sometimes the day seems so long as we try to find things to occupy their time - beyond the diapers, feeds, and stretches.  Thankfully, there is music.


Peace,
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1 comment:

Heather said...

Music--such healing power.
Love the long pony tails :)