i wish i had a photo of the look on tess’ face as we walked out of the music store with her carrying her “very own fiddle” in her hands. Hopefully it’s etched in my mind for a very long time. And i have these ones to remember the first time she took it out to play. A new baby born, a new fiddle, wrena to teach her how to hold it & the most incredibly heartwarming screeching i’ve ever heard. And she’s been banging away on it ever since…
