Dear son is home from college.
It was such a treat to see him last night, hear his voice and watch him interact with his brother and sister, touch his arm and kiss the top of his head, see his smile and look in his eyes.
Listened to him play the piano for a bit this morning and my heart was overcome; all those years of lessons and practice and money and recitals and frustration when he didn't want to play or practice - it all spilled out into the joyous blessing that he now has chosen the piano and music as his life's work.
Moments shared while cutting his hair, words of understanding, love, and encouragement. Precious.
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