Bittersweet.
Some things in life are just that.
When we went to see Miss Helping Hands play in the last concert of her school career, the experience definitely qualified as bittersweet.
For twelve years, from the screechy notes when she first picked it up in the fourth grade, to the powerful performance of Tchaikovsky's 1812 overture in the final concert of her senior year at university, Miss Helping Hands has been playing her violin in school orchestras; and we've been in the audience marveling.
Now it's over.
And twelve roses, for twelve years of beautiful music, only begins to represent our gratitude.