Violin - lin - lin - I woke up this morning to the screeching of strings.
Mattie has taken up the violin.
It took her about a day before she would let anyone else touch her new quarter-size string instrument. Her enthusiasm is admirable, but, having only had one lesson, the sounds are (as of yet) a bit monotonous. More accurately, they're multitonous, but repetitive.
"Mommy" I heard her asking. "Can they hear me outside."
I didn't quite catch the answer, but I'm pretty sure it was something like "Yes. Does that bother you?"
"No. I want them to hear me."
And this is our shy daughter?
Mattie has taken up the violin.
It took her about a day before she would let anyone else touch her new quarter-size string instrument. Her enthusiasm is admirable, but, having only had one lesson, the sounds are (as of yet) a bit monotonous. More accurately, they're multitonous, but repetitive.
"Mommy" I heard her asking. "Can they hear me outside."
I didn't quite catch the answer, but I'm pretty sure it was something like "Yes. Does that bother you?"
"No. I want them to hear me."
And this is our shy daughter?
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