Labor of Love

Mark and I were talking in the car one day and I mentioned that I wish that I could buy a new viola. I've outgrown my old one and it's been a long time coming....but, of course, we can't afford that with kids and camps and fees and clothes and growing feet and 6 future missions and college and weddings and....

You get it.

But Mark always finds a way.

And since then, he's been taking little side jobs and flipping guitars and squirreling extra funds away in the gun safe.

He calls it the Viola Fund

And I call him my best friend.