As I am typing this post, (very sleepy might I add), I can think of countless memories..... My piano.
Jason and I have a new piano in the house.
While I love it... love it dearly... it's beautiful, fun to play, something I've always wanted... I find myself thinking of my "old" one....
This was the piano I bought when my Nanny passed away. (I don't know why I remember that.) We bought it off of an older lady that she played Bridge with. I can remember going to my Nanny's house everyday after school. I was always so excited on Bridge day. All of these fashionable, stylish older ladies would play Bridge, drink their tea, smoke their cigarettes, and enjoy each other's company. I loved it!
I learned to play on this piano. It has been with me for a long time. I can remember practicing at the house and my brother would hate it! I remember sitting there for hours trying to teach myself how to read the music and play it without hesitation. I remember my momma begging me to play at church. I was always too shy or afraid of messing up! I remember periods of time where it would sit there as a piece of furniture because I was too busy to play, or just didn't care anything about it.
When I married, it came with me. It sat in our first home in an extra bedroom. It eventually became the place where I kept family photos and old hymnals. :)
When Silas was born, he LOVED to listen to music. When he would get fussy and ill, which was often, I would put him in his bouncy seat and play... He would kick his feet and listen! :) He had favorite songs, too! Ha!
The piano bench is where Jason found out I was pregnant with Jonas. I sent him on a scavenger hunt all over the house. He would read clues and tried to figure out what I was trying to tell him. The last clue was laying on the piano bench. Basically, it said something along the lines of... I wonder which song will be our new baby's favorite?? Something like that...
I am normally not hung up on "things".... I love my nanny's antique furniture in my house... I love having some of the boys' things (not too many).... Other than that... I'm pretty good with letting things go. This one is a little harder. :)
