There are these moments with my daughter when she becomes this amazing bright light, turns my heart to diamond, and shoots me full of this fantastic energy. It prisms, gloriously, over my entire spirit. It bathes me in rainbows. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before… and I’m a guy who loves Love.
My daughter had her first piano recital last night. She’s six.
She wore a dress that we bought at the American Girl store. Her doll has the same outfit. It’s a velvet, Princess Blue number, and it has two big white pom-poms and a fluffy white collar. At one point (while she waited on stage with the rest of the performers) she caught my eye, smiled, and winked at me.
Boom, boom, boom goes my heart.
When her time came, she sat at the piano, posture perfect and poised. She played in a measured, thoughtful way, and she held her final chord for a full four-count. This was a sublime moment. My six-year-old girl, holding down the last bit of her song for a 1…2…3…4. Rest.
Boom, boom, boom.
5 comments:
That is such a sweet post and such beautiful writing too!
Aaaaw..
I want to have babies!
That's a very sweet post.
AAAwwwwww, reminds me of that song "Tough Little Boys".
It sounds like you have a very special relationship with her.
Congratulations!!!
I know how you feel...my 5-year-old just had her first vocal concert...I cried for the first five minutes. What wonderful memories; and you use such beautiful language to describe it.
I surely do, my friend.
I may have lots of faults, but not expressing love isn't one of them.
:-)
Besides, I realize that I'm a model for her future interactions with dudes... and I know what guys are like. So I take my job very seriously.
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