reposting stuff about a daughter.

 She is 10 years old, a musical genius (no great claims, that is a relative statement, and she is not Emily Bear), playing trumpet, french horn, cello and piano, not because we told her she had to but because she wanted to do more. 

Sorry also for sounding like I am boasting, it's one of the many reasons I don't often post personal stuff on facebook. 

She, like all three daughters, sings perfectly in pitch, and my message to her is the same as my message to all three: we will not love you less if you stop playing one of your instruments, we will not love you more if you keep going with what you are doing, we love what you are and who you are and blahdiblahdiblah.

(which rhymes)