Over the weekend we attended Izzy's Christmas recital.
It was filled with the old, familiar faces of boys who've been giving Izzy a run for her money since they were playing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.
And by that I mean, yes, they are all musically gifted, but more that they enjoy teasing the living daylights out of her.
I say this often, but there are no words to describe how much I love Izzy's teacher. She is one of those rare beings who's devoted herself entirely to the realm of teaching: nurturing, loving, striving, encouraging, attending and, when necessary, possessing the gift of telling it like it is.
I realize I've posted a recording of Izzy playing this piece before, but she is approaching a level where you rarely abandon a piece once it is "learned". The learning process could really take a lifetime, and hopefully each time she plays there will be evidence of refinement and growth. I say that hesitantly in this case, since she hasn't really practiced this particular piece since it was last performed, but I do believe there is greater elegance in her tone, overall.
At any rate, I will post the performance since I know there are a few people who read this blog (family members, mostly), who will enjoy hearing Izzy play no matter how repetitious.
I think what I love most about Izzy and her music is knowing it is something she loves. It makes her deeply and completely happy. She loves her violin, she loves singing, whistling, playing the guitar, the ukelele, sitting at the piano, performing as a soloist or as part of a symphony. She loves attending the performances of others in all expressions of art. She loves her teachers and musical friends. She does not always love to practice, mainly because she is busy and often tired in the afternoons, but she loses herself in it and does so willingly.
And when she does our home feels like a concert hall, filled with the hauntingly beautiful sounds of this rare gift of a girl and her beloved violin.