I found this lovely (oldish) photo of us at the piano--that would be me in the background, with Julie and Joe next to me. I grew up playing the piano. In many ways it was my first language (quiet girl that I was). So often Joe would saunter into the living room and I'd play him "It's A Small World" (his favorite although "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La,Da, which my older brother played was right up there) and he'd go swirling about, shaking his hips. These days we are much older and live miles apart. When I call Joe on the phone, I sing to him. His language abilities are limited. But he knows lyrics to songs. That's how we "speak" to one another, how we connect, by singing. (You are My Sunshine...I Love You a Bushel and a Peck, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.) Music is still, in many ways, our first language! It all started here.