Practice, practice, practice... I need to practice more. Last week's lesson, before Spring break, went well. We worked on a Beethoven sonata, and my teacher hugged me and said that working with me now is like working with a different student than the one that came to him in the fall. (As my Dad said, "I hope that's a good thing"... but yes, I think I am making a teeny bit of slow but steady progress.)
Speaking of my Dad, I talked to him on the phone last night for over an hour. And just for the record, I'd like to say that my Dad is one of the five most amazing people in this world. For reals. (The other four are my Mom, my sister, and my two brothers. Oh, and my brother-in-law is pretty downright cool too. Having a family is just the best, most wonderful thing. My family is pretty important to me... yeah.) So, my Dad and I talked about my life, about school, about my future, about his life, his business, about my family, about abortion and gay marriage and President Bush and America and the world, about education, about Harvard, about Christianity, and the Church, and God... and oh, I just love my Dad and my whole family so much. (I also talked to my brother on AIM recently... he is growing up into such a good man. Wow.) My family is the best. I am blessed beyond measure.... my cup runneth over.
Dad, Mom, Emily&Gabe, Jonathan, and Christopher... if you're reading this, I love you all.
*feeling sheepish about feeling so sentimental*