Last night we attended Izzy's end of the year school orchestra concert in which she was the soloist for Wieniawski's Scherzo Tarantelle.
If you listen to the recording, you'll hear the scuffling sounds of children being children, which is to be expected at a large school concert.
As I listened to Izzy's performance, however, the noises didn't distract me once. I didn't even realize I was in a room with other people.
There are no words to describe the bond I feel with Izzy. I'm her mum, she's my daughter, but it seems we are also the oldest and dearest of friends. Being around her is like remembering something from a beautiful dream--ancient, familiar, an endless recollection of goodness and love.
Here are some of her other friends, one is actually a cousin...they are thrilled when people assume they're sisters.
This is the performance...
but lest you assume she's all scales and arpeggios, there appears to be a latent heavy metal gene in her makeup which I can only assume comes from her father's side of the family.
Oh, and her uncles, too. They would also like to take some of the credit.