I'm so happy I could cry.....and I did cry at his recital last night!
It is a beautiful thing to watch him coax music out of what is basically a hunk of wood and 4 sheepgut strings. (yup....cello strings are often made of sheepgut. Google it.)
It is even more beautiful to watch him grow into the person he was meant to be. A cellist who runs distance. A skateboarder who draws. A passionate, funny, sensitive human. My son. (here come those tears again.....)
I see you, Tig. And I love what I'm seeing.
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2 comments:
That young man is brilliant. I knew it the second I met him, me on the grass and he 20 feet up a light pole.
Now, divine air! now is his soul ravish'd. Is it not strange that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies?
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