I love Saturday mornings. Sometimes the kids let us sleep in a little. That in and of itself is fantastic, but then a little later comes the best part. Ken sits down and starts to play the piano. This is when I know it is Saturday morning. Sometimes he plays while I am lazily - and very slowly - getting out of bed. Sometimes it is after we have had breakfast and he plays while I am cleaning up. Sometimes I go in and just watch and listen to him play. Sometimes the kids come in and dance while he plays. Sometimes it is just us. I also love that I can make requests!
I am always amazed how strong and agile his hands are. Not only are the notes beautiful, but more importantly the music that comes out of his soul is so meaningful. I think I really SEE him when I listen to him play. It really is incredible. One thing that I always do, is reflect how gifted and extraordinary he is. I am so lucky I am that he chose me and that I get to hear the Saturday morning recitals.
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What a treat to have such talent in your home--both you and Ken and probably your kids as they grow.
Thanks for all your kind comments on my blog. I enjoy reading your blog as well.
Can I just say," Oh GAG!"!
He is amazing. Ken has the most beautiful talent with music. I think you should give us some copies of him playing, so we can all have the same Saturday mornings.
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