Superior

We had such a busy weekend. I am glad to have today off, so that I can catch up on laundry, groceries, etc.. Everyone is healthy, today, so I am thankful for that. There is terrible "crud" going around and I hope we are past all of that. Today feels like Spring, though it is still a bit cool outside. I feel healthy, when we can go outside and get fresh air.

I am so VERY proud of our Becca. She competed in her first, violin, Solo/Ensemble contest, in front of a judge, on Saturday. She performed "Can Can" as a duet, with her friend, Tessa. They were so cute in their dresses, but they were as nervous as could be. I know, I teared up, when I looked at Becca. Becca is my child that looks like me and acts like Tom. I saw myself standing there. I saw my baby standing there. I remembered the horror of my first contest, as I was alone in the room. No parent, no teacher, just me, a pianist, and a judge. I got a "3", which is pretty poor. It's a wonder I didn't quit. Becca and Tessa performed beautifully. The judge loved them and talked with them. She gave them playing pointers and they answered her questions, like perfect students. As a teacher and a Mom, I didn't care what the score was. I was so very proud that they would do it and of the work they put into it. I didn't mention that my first contest was when I was in ninth grade. Becca is in third and Tessa in second. In case you were wondering, they got a "1". That is the best score possible. Yes, I am proud of the score, but more importantly, I am proud of them.

I hate to brag, but I will. Ha Ha. All of my students, that competed, got "1"s. This competition was my report card, and this year, my grade was straight "A"s. Thanks kids. Thanks Tom, Becca and Laura. Thanks parents. Thanks to all who support me and cheer me on when I just don't think I know what I am doing. Thanks Mrs. Wurtz, for encouraging me to start on this crazy journey as a violinist. Thanks God, for all of these folks. Ha, this sounds like the "Oscars".

Yesterday, I played for both services, at church. It went well, despite the fact that we didn't get to rehearse earlier in the week. I played a new piece and all sounded just fine. I love playing at church and don't get to often, so it was a treat.

When all was done yesterday, I was ready for a weekend. I was absolutely exhausted. It was a good exhaustion. It was the kind of tired that comes from "old fashioned" work. The kind of tired that comes from knowing that you worked hard and now, you can sleep well.

I wish all of you a happy day.