Life is

 one grand, sweet song,

 so start the music - R.Reagan 

Yesterday we had the pleasure of watching Colin, Pryce and Mason-Kate perform on the piano during their recital.  This has been MK's first introduction to formal music training and she has embraced it just as she does most anything she commits to.  She was very poised and did not look a bit nervous as she took her seat on stage.  It is important to note that the children performed their recital pieces on a keyboard, something they are not familiar with but all three handled with grace!  Pryce was up next, played beautifully and then gave the stage to his brother.

Colin took a seat.  He began.  Made it through half of his first piece and then a little fumbling began towards the end.  Ryan and I were seated so we could see wheels turning in is face as he continued to stroke the keys....finally, he went in for the kill, a dramatic ending.  Yet, he hit the wrong note!  And then he cracked up and the audience cracked up and he said a word that we told him later he would likely say a lot in life - "Oops!"  He redeemed himself with his second piece and the day progressed!

We whisked off from the recital to see the boys participate in our local Bible drill and then it was home to enjoy an evening of some outdoor time.  MK had been wanting to ride her bike all day and her time finally came.  

And she rode and rode all over our yard.

And then it happened.  She fell.  Hard.  And she came stumbling inside, Ryan grabbed her at the door.  And then I scooped her up to quiet her screams.  Only, I noticed immediately she was turning blue around her lips and her body was going limp - she passed out!  

Now, she is fine.  She, thankfully did not hit her head.  She hit a rib. And then she held her breath due to the pain....or something like that.  It was another defining moment in my motherhood journey and another reminder as to why I am not and never was meant to be a doctor. 

The end.