After months of gathering around the table three or four times a week, hashing out ideas, collaborating on harmonies, adding and taking out elements to get the songs just the way we wanted them, our evenings are quiet now.
The candle was always lit, and there was always wine or tea to help pass the time.
Our kids wandered in and out, showing us their growing awareness of rhythm, singing along with the bits they knew.
It wasn't work. It was wondrous good fun, the sounds of music blending with our children's voices. When bedtime came around, we'd pause for stories and teeth brushing. Then the kids would fall asleep to the muted tones of songs their father wrote.
Then, it was finally time to do the show! Here we are, just before going onstage, with the man himself: Ron Sexsmith!
You can see one of our numbers that night by going here! It was a wonderful opportunity, and a fun experience for all. I think I'll keep my day job, at least for the time being, though.