We are in the theatre today.

Meeting with our sound engineer.

I am standing on the stage feeling like a little girl and at the same time trying to act like a professional adult as I speak to our very capable engineer (thank you, Lord!  You can already tell that he is meticulous about sound and I love that!)

Something happens to me on  stage.

It always does.

I am a little girl singing for the very first time, looking at all those seats and wondering why in the world I am the one on this particular stage.

It is always like this. Always.

But this time, as I am listening to our engineer talk, taking in the space, and trying to visualize the show, I am also keeping my eye on two babes…  my little one is cooing, my older little one is happily exploring the theatre, climbing up stairs and back down again, discovering lost treasures left behind in a busy theatre, doing a little dance, singing a song, asking me questions, breathless…

I am watching them, my precious ones, the ones I love to sing Armenian folk songs to, any songs to most, and I am planning our next show…

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