Fitting In

Mom plays the piano/violin, Jordan plays the piano, Emily plays the violin, Clara plays the cello and Benjamin is slated to play the violin...Daddy finding himself lost in the suzuki shuffle, resorted to playing Smoke on Water on the cello last night. He is a trooper that husband of mine. He does not play a musical instrument yet a large portion of his earnings goes to the expensive lessons our children take each week, and he never complains. He does not read music, yet he supports his wife in musical event after musical event after musical event that requires him to watch children and keep the home fires going, and he never complains. He likes to call himself the "great listener", not everyone, he explains can be the player, it is essential that there are some listeners and that is what I am good at. The first time we "met" many years ago, he was sitting in a large tri-stake fireside where I was performing a piece on the piano. He was sitting so far back he couldn't see who was playing but as he sat listening, he decided at that very moment he had to meet the girl who played that song. The rest is history.

A Little Lesson:
Thank goodness there are a million talents. Sure, music is nice. The talent of being honest, fixing a broken cupboard, being objective, making me laugh, finishing something you start, dreaming big, making homemade egg Mc Muffins, knowing how to lead, understanding doctrine, knowing how to follow are just a few of my favourite talents my husband has developed over the years. I am most grateful for the way our loving Father in Heaven set up talent distribution. Work on the ones I gave you and I'll give you many more...ones you never even dreamed of having.