The Pianist and the Trampoline


The sun came up and light our backyard like it always does, but we often don’t have a chance to notice and to appreciate it. Today, we still didn’t get a chance to enjoy, to savor the light — we were in our normal Sunday morning rush to get to Mass.


When we got home after Mass and religious education (for the Boy) and choir practice (for the Girl), snacks for everyone and a newly improvised hiding place. Then lunch, with the pianist from last evening and our near-family from further up north.


Everyone wanted him to play, and he obliged. But he, seeing our trampoline, suggested we should all go down and jump.

And so we obliged.

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