Tonight, I was running on empty.  For whatever reason, my energy was drained.  I was pretty sure that I would be lucky, if I could drag my tired butt to bed.

Then I heard from upstairs a scratchy tune.  My Fourth Grade son Sam was practicing “Hot Cross Buns” on his viola.  I walked upstairs, sat in his room, and listened as he played for me.  A beautiful concert for one.  Just what my tired soul needed.