I'm not particularly well spoken, and words often fail me...they come out awkward and all wrong (a lot). But other forms of expression are much more forgiving of me. It has been fun watching Gillian discover the very early ways to express herself artistically-with crayons and finger paints, and even a little penny whistle playing (more like tooting, but still!). I look forward to raising her to have an appreciation for beautiful things in this life, whatever form they take.
To that end, I am so proud of Sean and the beauty he creates for a living. He has been making violins and violas for years now, forsaking the financially lucrative business world for his passion. I loved that he had a dream like that, and that we were fortunate enough to allow him to follow it. He is finishing his first cello (pictured "in the white" or as yet unvarnished, above) and it is magnificent. He will deny that he is an artist (we had a lively debate one night with Andrea and Doug about what constitutes an "artist"), but certainly his work are things of beauty. They will take on their own life, loved and cherished by the musicians who will play them for many years.
I look forward to our children growing up in a violinmaking shop. Maybe Gillian will grow up to be a violinmaker like her Papa, or maybe she'll be a painter, or a musician. Maybe she won't be an artist at all-maybe she'll be an architect or a banker. Life is so wonderful that way-completely malleable-something our hopes and dreams can mold and shape if we are brave enough to follow them. I hope she finds her love, and follows it passionately, courageously, even foolishly. The hope of any parent, of course, is that their children find true happiness whatever the course of their life takes. What a pleasure and how amazing it is to watch another person's life unfold (and a life that passed through you, no less). It is so humbling, really, and awe-inspiring.
To that end, I am so proud of Sean and the beauty he creates for a living. He has been making violins and violas for years now, forsaking the financially lucrative business world for his passion. I loved that he had a dream like that, and that we were fortunate enough to allow him to follow it. He is finishing his first cello (pictured "in the white" or as yet unvarnished, above) and it is magnificent. He will deny that he is an artist (we had a lively debate one night with Andrea and Doug about what constitutes an "artist"), but certainly his work are things of beauty. They will take on their own life, loved and cherished by the musicians who will play them for many years.
I look forward to our children growing up in a violinmaking shop. Maybe Gillian will grow up to be a violinmaker like her Papa, or maybe she'll be a painter, or a musician. Maybe she won't be an artist at all-maybe she'll be an architect or a banker. Life is so wonderful that way-completely malleable-something our hopes and dreams can mold and shape if we are brave enough to follow them. I hope she finds her love, and follows it passionately, courageously, even foolishly. The hope of any parent, of course, is that their children find true happiness whatever the course of their life takes. What a pleasure and how amazing it is to watch another person's life unfold (and a life that passed through you, no less). It is so humbling, really, and awe-inspiring.
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