I’m feeling weird tonight. Wistful but powerful. Hopeful but straight-up scared. Not quite sure why I feel this way.
Maybe because it’s the night before high school starts for our V. Big, big deal.
But you know what’s keeping her calm, and by extension me? She’s making music with her dad. I just came across this sight: My 14-year-old girl strumming her ukulele on her bedroom floor, her dad stretched out on her twin bed, strumming his guitar. And they make beautiful music together.