My Maestro

Dear Caden,

You cough softly as to get everyone's attention. The music begins, flowing softly at first, swirling in the air becoming louder. The beats become loud and rhythmic, echoing across the house. The music suddenly becomes light and airy likening to butterflies dancing from flower to flower. The entire room waits with baited breath for the music to continue, but magical notes slowly fade into the night, ending. You stand up proudly from the instrument of the door stopper, smile, and continue on your way. My little Maestro.

Love,
Mommy