Hello, dear reader. Where are we on the space/time continuum?
I feel guilty for saying that, as if I was some mega-busy dictator of a small country when in reality I'm just a mum of three kids, a role which bears NO resemblance to the pace or design of the aforementioned control freak.
At any rate, I do know we're in November and that seemingly just the other day Izzy was sweet and cuddly, sitting on my lap. But then I blinked and she grew taller than me...though still very sweet.
And now life is this veritable blur of events...for me, at least. I keep thinking someone with greater competence, a more proficient dictator perhaps, would have no problem running this three ring circus. But as luck would have it, I am the one supposedly in control (well, let's not overlook my husband's immense input...were it not for him, this act would have imploded long ago).
Over the weekend we went to Reno to participate in a music competition. I'm too tired right now to do justice relating the experience, to convey the amount of work Izzy put toward that moment, the amazing support of her teacher and accompanist, the adventures of the trip, the charm of the area, and how incredible every step of this journey has been, from the day Izzy came into the world to this moment in time when she did not win the contest, but took it all in stride.
Is this the month for giving thanks?
I am thankful.