Wishes...

So we all know the phrase, be careful what you wish for. Well here I am, guilty as charged yes indeed.
I wished, I wished and I wished... I was blessed.
I haven't been all to open about my personal world, but i find at this time its ok to share.
Afterall, I made one of those wishes right here. I wished for my family to become one with my music in a post some time ago. And as the story goes, in due time, I found and fell in love with an angel. An angel who claimed to have been saved by music. He being just like me. I won that wish. A musical man full of the magic came when I had least expected. In fact I had given up on the idea of love and family in perfect parallel with music. I let it all go. Then he came along, Mr. Mandoline himself. In the begining I didn't know much about him musically. We were friends of mutual friends and there it happened. I recongnized his soul seemed familiar with mine, I let myself begin to slip and fall. He did too. Serendipitously. So we fed each others flight with sillyness, musical moments, and then some. He joined the band, and we practiced, and made sparks fly. Kinfolk Family was complete with our chemistry. Once familiar, we became this partnership. A partnership of love and, life with passion for music. The kind you only dream of or wish for. We found perfection in romance by finding each other. So we spent all moments loving life and each other. So many shennanigans, so little time and oops! In the midst of making music we had made ourselves a wee love child. The wild love that had consumed us had rendered this musical mama pregnant with the first kinfolk family babe. What a blessing, what a change. Family in perfect parallel with music, done and done. Papa and I battled the changes. We grew to accept them and we embraced them. Us, tangible evidence that love is all that is precious. Our unity rendered Papa and I fearless as love fueled each moment. We were one, all three of us. Months flew by. We found out baby to be, is certainly a she, and we picked the perfect name. MandaLynn Fawn Taylor, in honor of proud papas magical moves on Mandolin. This felt just right. We would spend time playing baby MandaLynn music. Songs by us, songs by the legends. We just knew she too would be musical some how. More time flew. We were just round the corner from our home birth when news of sudden change came. Our sweet love child, MandaLynns heart had stopped. She was just 30 weeks grown. Like an angel, she had graced us with love and light and then, gone. We were dreaming, we thought. We would just wake up, awake we were. Here in the eye of perfection, one glitch. Complications 1 in 2500 had changed the tune to our heart song forever. We have been changed forever yet we can say we have been blessed. Wishing and knowing that all things happen for a reason, keeps the madness at bay. So do parallels in love, the greatest of spirits, and the challenges that make us powerful.
I find my music is my family, creation blooms within and life begins all over again. I love my music man more and more each day as we continue to create together. The fuel that is our love is the healing of our hearts and the strength behind the music we play.

I have loved and been loved, I have lost, and I have won. All in all, there is still a song to be sung.