Sweet Sounds

A high-school friend has asked my husband to play at his wedding this summer.  My husband, honored by the request, has begun practicing. It has been far, far too long since I've heard the sound of his guitar around the house.  It's nice to hear its return.

Our daughter woke up, and was bewildered.  I don't think she's heard her father play, but if she has, she was too, too little to remember it.

I carried her into our room.  She sat on the bed.  Her eyes were wide with surprise.  Then she stretched out, and propped her chin on her hands.  She watched & watched Scott; her eyes sparkled, fascinated.

It was a magical time that she did not want to end.