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I sprinted behind my son, attempting to wrap his dripping hair in a towel. Wrestling him out of the bath had worn me out. Wrestling him into pajamas was even more difficult. Now he had broken free and was running down the hall. He squealed in delight as I huffed, “Boy, when I get a hold of you…”
We rounded the corner and I stopped short, blinking in surprise.
My husband stood in the living room, a big grin on his face. His hands gripped a beautiful violin and bow. The irritation with my wayward son melted away. 
My breath caught as I walked in slow steps towards him, an amazed smile tugging my lips. “I don’t understand.”
“Happy Anniversary, honey.”
I studied the way the beautiful instrument caught glimmers of light. I ran my fingers across the gleaming wood.
“I’ve always wanted to learn to play one. Ever since…
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