Why do I love these old things so much? I do... the older the better, the more chipped the better, the junkier the better. I think because it has such a history. You know, if this piece could talk, I wonder what stories it would tell.

I love this old glass; the color is so pretty. I love the way the sun catches its stories and holds them inside but lets just enough color out to make me love it!

How did you get to here. It seems like yesterday I was playing beautiful symphony music for you and now you are playing beautiful music to me. You have only been playing the flute for about 6 weeks now and even though you only know a few songs, I think they are fabulous! I love watching your fingers and your hands. They are still like they were when you were a baby- and that is the image I want to hold on to.