Deaf for a day



I’ve always had a passion for music. Well, passion probably isn’t the right word. Obsession maybe. But obsession isn’t the right word either.

Music is not something that I feel I actively seek out, but something that has just become a part of me over the years. It’s always there. So engrained in my day-to-day life that I’ve become almost oblivious to its attachment until I stop and take inventory of its impact. It’s on the walls of my home, on my clothing, on my skin, and even plays a role in the naming of our family members (our dog Hendrix and 15-month-old daughter Layla.)

My husband once asked me the age-old question “if you had to choose, would you rather be blind or deaf?” Thinking of Layla, I immediately answered “deaf.” I couldn’t bare the thought of not being able to see her grow up. “How could you live without music though?” he said. Good question. So I tried it. I went deaf for a day. Well, deaf to music. The result? Ten minutes into my drive to work the next day, I turned the radio back on. Impossible I thought.

This blog combines this “passion” of music, with my love for Layla and my family, which will be expanding shortly with a new little rock star on the way.

I hope you stick around.

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