Already got in a good cry, and it's not even 9:30 a.m.

A bride and her mom came over early this morning to hear the harp and see if they'd like me to play for the wedding.

Are they here yet?
Harry loves it when ladies come over.

Four measures into Pachelbel's "Canon in D," and the mom was tearing up. Eight measures in, and the bride was sniffling, too. By the time I got to the end, all three of us were wiping our eyes (sympathetic waterworks — I can't see someone cry without matching them tear for tear myself). I got us some tissues and we all had a good cry that turned into an even better laugh.

I'll be playing at a wedding next June. "Canon in D," for sure.