Brava!

Shortly after we moved to Kentucky, my mom gave us her piano. It sat in our sunroom, mostly unnoticed by all, until sometime this past winter, when Annabelle decided that she wanted to learn to play "Für Elise." Interestingly enough, this was the same piece that sparked my interest in piano back in junior high, and just as I did all those many years ago, she worked it out over the course of several weeks, measure by painstaking measure.

A few weeks ago, she came home from school with big news. Her school was going to have a music recital at the end of the year: Fourth-graders would play recorders, fifth-graders would play xylophones, and she--she explained excitedly--was one of a handful of sixth-graders who had been asked to play piano!

Last Tuesday was the big night. She looked so grown up in her new dress and shoes (heels!) bought just for the occasion:



She did a wonderful job on her piece and enjoyed the applause immensely: