Rob's Recital

It wasn't a major event in his musical career. Rob played beautifully as his teacher sang Schumann and Caldera. Then Rob smiled broadly, bowed, and yielded the ivory to the next student. His part of the recital was over in five minutes.
Still, it's a moment to give thanks for my husband and his music. It tumbles out to the sidewalk on Saturday mornings to greet passersby, ambles down the hall to the kitchen to mingle with the electronic whirrs and beeps of David's gameboy and the clatter of dishes. It winds up the stairs to our bedrooms and office, then on into the rafters of our house. It weaves itself into the fabric of our life as a family. It's known to bring a satisfied gleam to Rob's eyes, goosebumps, a flush to the cheeks, and joy to my heart.
Not a major event, but still...