Love and hatred sometimes have such a razor thin line of demarcation that perhaps there is no line at all.
Last night while I slept next to Jadon in the garage where he was put out for flagrant disrespect at the piano (though he didn't say it yesterday, I cannot recall how many times he's said "I hate piano!"), he told me of his plans "for when I propose to my wife," which apparently center around his giftedness at the piano!
"I'm going to keep up my concerto..."
"...rent a concert hall..."
"...hire an orchestra..."
"...pretend that I'm bringing her to a concert..."
"How much does it cost to rent a concert hall?"
"How much do musicians cost?"
"Ooh I think I'll need a smaller orchestra..."
"Wow that's going to cost a lot!"
"Is that over the top?"
I could actually see this happening one day, & if he keeps up his music and hangs around enough musicians until then, he'll probably be able to do so on a much smaller budget that he currently envisions!
You go, young man!
(Are you ready, young lady? We're praying for you!)
