There is something about watching a 20-something Russian pianist playing Rachmaninoff that makes you wonder what you've done with your life?
Okay, so I'm no prodigy, but I'm doing okay. But this kid, man, he was good. Definitely trumped my playing half of Jessica's Theme from The Man From Snowy River by heart. Added a little culture to my weekend of lazy movie watching, lame attempts at cleaning, and wonderful wonderful naps. I did, however, manage to get myself out of bed and run down to temple square and back on Saturday morning, well morning-ish. I like to go spy on the wedding photographers doing their thing. Which usually only results in intimidation, but fun nevertheless.
And is there something wrong with the fact that upon leaving church Sunday, Amelia shot me this endearing glance and remarked that "You talked to lots of boys today Sarah. I'm so proud!"?