Bria is working towards a trophy for violin practice. Her teacher told her that if she practices for 100 days in a row without missing (if she does she has to start all over again) she will get said trophy. Bria is really, really excited about this.
Today is Day 13. It is also Saturday. That means it is generally Joel's responsibility to practice with her in the morning because I am down at Tuacahn. Except today, he had to go judge the entrants in the Young Artist's competition. Then it was our nephew's birthday party. Then I came home and we did chores and stuff. Then we had dinner and went out for ice cream with some friends. Then we came home and put the girls to bed.
And Bria just got up 20 minutes ago, got her violin out and started playing. On the one hand, I feel really bad that I forgot, but on the other hand, I am thrilled that she remembered and actually got out of her warm and comfortable bed to do it.
As she was putting her violin back in its case after playing a few songs, she said this:
"Mom, I really hate the violin but I just LOVE to play it."
I'm just going to zero in on the last part of that sentence.