Several months ago, Jack asked his piano teacher to teach him a special song.
Pachelbel's Canon in D.
It is my favorite.
Despite the song being ahead of where Jack is musically, he worked hard at it for the last few months to have it ready for his winter recital this weekend:
Jack is seven years old. He is the same age as those beautiful children lost in Connecticut this week. He is funny and serious. He is half baby and half boy. He loves sports and drawing. He hoards stuffed animals as though he was Noah preparing for the great flood.
I could not imagine my life without him.
When I think of what has been lost, what we all lost, it is too much. I instead turn off the television, put away the Kleenex, and listen to Jack play Canon in D.
And then I am reminded all over again.