Hannah on the Piano

A few days after her fifth birthday, my daughter, Hannah, started taking piano lessons.
 

 A few months later, in the spring of 2003, she played in her first recital. I wrote in her journal:

"You had your first piano recital. You did so well! You played a part from Beethoven's 'Ode to Joy.' Your daddy had Army all weekend but made it to hear you play in time. You were surprised and so proud! I am very proud of you, Hannah. xo Mom."

Since then I have watched her in countless recitals, orchestra performances, events. I can't even begin to count.

I never tire of listening. Watching.

Maybe what I love the most is my daughter has spent years developing something she didn't get from me or her dad. This is all her. This is Hannah.

Hannah on the piano.



Last night was her spring recital, marking the end of another school year.

She's going to be a high school senior in the fall. One spring recital left.

I wrote in her journal:

"Dear, sweet Hannah: You played beautifully last night. 'Liebestraume' by Franz Liszt. Dad and I were so very proud of you. I can remember recitals in earlier years, like the one when you played 'The Entertainer.' You were so small and the tune was so jazzy, the audience loved it! Now, your playing is so mature, accomplished. What a gift you have. What a gift you are. xo Mom."