Today, our dear friend Edward played his trumpet at church. This was the first time we have heard the magic that comes from years of dedication to a craft. I can tell you the chills we got are tell tale signs of how beautiful it was. He got a standing ovation at the end. I tease him often and call it his magic flute but really what he does is quite remarkable (I say that in part because I was a horrible flute player). And, believe it or not his lip is completely busted open from getting hit in the mouth during the wind storm the other day. Can't imagine what he can do on a normal basis. This recording does it little justice!
