πŸ’‘ Something to Think About

One of my daughters is a clarinet professor and principal chair in her city’s symphony. When I attend a recital I am not being able to tell where the music was coming from. She and her clarinet are one. Tears roll down my cheeks during her performances. Everything she’s achieved, she earned through hard work. It’s the same way with the best relationships between two people. You can’t tell where the music is coming from. It doesn’t come easy, it’s earned through hard work.

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