I was sitting on our bed, playing my fiddle in our bedroom while my husband used the study. I had two clothespins on the bridge & the door shut so as not to bother him.
When he was done, he came in the room, curious to see how practice was coming. I offered to play something for him, something I had worked on for an hour, “What Child Is This?”. He said, “Ok.”
So, I started, suddenly aware of being watched. My palms dampened, my notes staggered. I stopped, looked at him, embarrassed. He leaned over & kissed me, “Honey, just let the song go.” I smiled back & started again.