And the night shall be filled with music

I had a bad day yesterday...until this. She was so proud, that girl of mine, showing off a little as she gently rosined her bow.

Then again, so am I.

The problems that minutes before seemed so burdensome suddenly seemed, as she raised her violin...trivial. I felt so thankful. Blessed. Rich.

"And the night shall be filled with music,
and the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents...
And as silently steal away."
Henry Wordsworth Longfellow, The Day is Done