Peter

Peter has been practicing his Vince Guaraldi for an hour or more since we finished family worship. He often sits at the piano and plays jazz or hymns (or both >:-/). I may run all over the house, doing all sorts of things, but one thing remains constant during these times: Peter's music. I love it. Even worn out CME things. And I love the son that sits there, tall and lean and blond. I imagine he is often meditating, working out stress, or being his peaceful self. He has a pretty organized life: debate, baseball, piano jazz, theology. What else is there?

I love this kid.