As I type, I can hear the steady breathing of one, Chubbs McPhee.
I am unbelievably delighted to hear that sound.
Crazy as I am, I left her with my parents for a few days while I traveled to Chicago to attend a Band Clinic in hopes to glean some knowledge and knock off a credit or two.
I missed my baby.
I am overwhelmed by the many things I learned, the reconnecting with old friends/teachers (disclaimer:I'm not saying they are old, I'm saying that our relationship is old)
Learning proper etiquette for taxi hailing and feeding pizza to a homeless man aside, It was a pretty routine trip.
What's not routine is life lessons learned along the way. Too tired to type more on this subject right now, but I am very thankful
For safe travel, for a plush hotel and room service paid by someone else, for internet on my cell phone during those kill-me-now boring sessions, for wisdom and knowledge hanging from every seasoned band conductor's brow, ready to be passed off at the asking.
But most importantly,
to be home with my baby.
and also to have a few days to kick back my heels with my family. I have been so tightly strung these past months that I can't remember what relaxing feels like.
I'm pretty sure it'll come back pretty swiftly. Ahhhh, relaxation, old friend; time to reacquaint.
Can't wait to see what I've been missing out on in good ol' bloggy world!