Over the weekend Caroline performed, for the first time ever, on a full size cello at her end of the year recital. I was regretfully unable to attend, on account of being on a mountain top, so I was extra grateful for a husband who records everything.
Whatever Caroline goes on to do with her cello, this is, and always will be, my favorite of her performances.
I've watched Caroline's musical journey with great interest over the years. She's the only child in our house to play an instrument which is completely foreign to me. There's something to be said for that, you know: pursuing a field of study your mum can't weigh in on, one way or the other.
It's been a busy and rather bittersweet week as Caroline prepares to graduate from elementary school, and I'm running a bit crazy today as usual. But even if I could sit at this computer for ages, it would be difficult to articulate what makes her so lovely, how she is undoubtedly evolving and yet is still my sweet little girl.
How watching children grow up is like being in a dream which only gets more wonderful and fascinating (plus the other moments), yet strangely more familiar as time continues to slip through my fingers and roll forward at this amazing, breathtaking pace.
p.s. Sherlock wanted me to tell you Caroline isn't the only subject of that last photo...