When my youngest son was not yet three, a violin solo on the public radio station lit up the kitchen one morning. Hunter froze with a spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth.
Tears slid down his cheeks, and he said, “I’m okay, mama. I don’t know why that music makes me cry.”
I found him a piano teacher the next day.
Piano, violin, guitar, and vocals — for years, music filled his life. Though now he’s given up life on the road with his band for that of a software engineer, husband, and devoted dad, creating music still energizes, soothes, and inspires him.