Dear Daddies - Breaking Through

"You hear that?" He asked me.    
   
"The malfouf polyrhythm makes the feel of the chacha hang back into a more bassanova feel." I talk like a listener, not a pro. My thoughts are near echo.
 
I am not really qualified in my mind, but I'm his wife, and he needs to talk. I'm a talker, though, so oops... here's me, leaking the dribbles of precious ideas to you.    
   
"But without the Bassa-nova!" He replied. He is amazing. His feel for rhythm and chord progressions makes me feel like a tiny, admiring ant before a dancing giant. I do music but would never compare myself as being like him with all that he has become this decade.    
   
This is almost a totally different man than the emotionally fractured one who was earlier not at all interested in rolling out of bed to greet the day.    
   
Somehow he did indeed roll out of bed very soon after... and so much more! Now this man is one moving forward on a very clever dance number with poetic lyrics of epic hook proportions. I've been eagerly waiting for this thing to develop.    
   
Anticipation of this degree just hurts.    
   
But as much as my excitement is building about his music projects, my heart is swelling with pride over how he's battled depression and grief to get right out of bed today and fully live up to his purpose in life.    
   
I'm not here to tell anybody how to do it, I'm just here to remind you it's being done. Break through. I eagerly await the glorious results of your victory.