Here we go. Kicking into the semester.

I woke up with tousled hair.I turned on GoodDay New York. Somehow Greg and Susanna always make me feel a little bit better about having to have to wake up.

Yesterday I sang at Riverside Church for a benefit Concert for 9/11 and the 6-month-anniversary of the East Japan Earthquake/Tsunami. We sang the Mozart Requiem, as well as some other pieces. In the middle of a busy week, I looked back at the moment I was singing last night and realized that those were the moments I live for. My mind was so empty, simply singing the black dots on the page… yet I felt so full of life.

A father once told me that he, in the midst of changing stinky diapers, dealing with screaming children, spilled milk on the carpet, angry attitudes, he lives for those rare  moments when he reads a story to his little boy and he says, “Daddy, I love you.”

 

We live for these moments. And it means so much more when we make the time to acknowledge it.

Happy Monday.