Tomorrow, I have the honor of playing for a wedding. Due to grading essays and practicing for Christmas programs, I was unable to really practice until this week. So, of course, today, I am trying not to panic as I dig through music I played twenty years ago.
But as I take deep breaths, I share this piece of wisdom from a pre-Kindergarten Younger . . .
“I figured out how to float, Mom,” Younger announced, from his reclined position in our pool. “It’s easy. You just lean back, trust God you aren’t gonna drown, and don’t let your butt hit the bottom.”
And now all I have to do is just figure out how to keep my butt from hitting the bottom . . .