Our young musician

We enjoyed watching General Conference from our home via internet this past weekend. Although I was not raised in a home where we stayed at home to watch conference (we always went to the Stake Center), with a young, energetic girl with a short attention span (as all kids her age have), we thought it would be better for everyone in the family if we stayed here to watch. That way, we'd be able to focus on the conference, and Joy would be free to roam about the apartment playing with her toys and books.

Which she was perfectly happy to do. She'd come and sit quietly for a minute or so when President Monson was speaking (we'd call her to point out the prophet), but invariably she'd soon return to whatever play-time activity she had most recently been involved with.

There is one exception to this pattern. Whenever the choir started singing, she would drop everything she was doing and come running to watch and listen. Almost without exception, she'd watch attentively until the choir was finished singing, and then return to her previously-scheduled activities. It was quiet sweet to watch, especially since I'm also frequently touched by the choir's singing.

Whether she was sitting on Mama's or D's lap...

...or standing in front of the computer screen, Joy was captivated by the choir's singing.

However, Joy doesn't just appreciate listening to uplifting music. She also loves to make it. Several times in the past week or so, I've caught her singing, in excellent pitch, portions of "Twinkle Twinkle." I don't know if that's common in 21-month-old kids, but it caught me by surprise the first time I heard it. There's a friendly debate going on in my family - some think that Joy will play the violin when she gets older, while others, seeing her long fingers, predict that she'll play the cello. Who knows, maybe she'll decide that she wants to sing.