Two weeks ago, Kelly’s parents sent us their Baldwin piano. I could not stop grinning the night it arrived, and have barely stopped now. Though its been over twenty years since I had a piano in the house, I am in wonder at how my fingers just know where to go. I’m rusty, but I can still play.
This past weekend, I played a few songs for the kids. In spite of my wounded left pinky, I loved every minute of it. The kids didn’t, however. Hallie ignored me for ten minutes, then walked up, looked me in the eye and said sternly “We are all done playing piano now! We are all done playing piano now!”
I look forward to dusting my playing skills off, and watching our kids learn how to play this beautiful instrument themselves.
I don’t blame her. How much “chopsticks” can a kid take??