What is it like having Izzy in the house? It feels like my soul has a friend. An old, dear friend who goes back with me further than I can remember, who is so familiar it seems there was never a time we didn't know each other, there was never a time I didn't love her.
She fills our home with music, with breathtaking waterfalls of sound cascading from her violin, with her lovely, haunting voice, with the strumming of her ukelele and more recently, her guitar. She is so connected to music, sometimes I think it's her first tongue. She learns quickly, she hears precisely, she feels deeply.
At night I often hear her voice floating down from her bedroom. No matter what I'm doing, my heart follows her melody. Sometimes she comes and perches herself on my bed when it is late and we are sleepy, and the gentle chords and her soft singing bring warmth and a glow.
Yesterday she auditioned to perform as a soloist with the Las Vegas Philharmonic.
We spent most of the day together, just the two of us. I think she may have felt the pressure, but for me it was a relaxing experience. I watch her with love and awe, always thinking back to my darling, ferocious baby and seeing how her passion has found such a beautiful outlet through music.
Everything is good when Izzy is around. And when it's not good, it gets better soon. She's the type of person with whom you wouldn't want to waste a single moment being anything other than the best of friends.