I get lost in the music! Something I have not ever shared and play down is that I was a pianist. I grew up playing, somehow the baby grand I grew up playing got sold in my parent’s divorce, I came home one day from school and it was gone, I lost my music that day.

When I got old enough to buy my own piano I paid $800.00 for an old payer piano that was converted into an upright. One day I came home from work and Alex’s dad decided it was in the way and he gave it away. Some preacher at a church needed it and since I didn’t play it much, cause you know I was taking care of Alex,  he thought it would be good to give it to the church. I was thinking about that tonight, how folks can just give away your music, your stuff like it’s nothing. I’m not sad about it because I have a huge collection of music I listen to everyday. I have a keyboard, but it’s not the same as sitting in front of a gigantic piano and playing. I love the smell of the wood, I love how the oil smells when it is freshly tuned, I love how the peddles feel when I press them, I love to watch the key stoppers, raise from under the lid as I play! I love playing chop-sticks. My gosh that is so much fun when I find someone that can play with me while I pretend to be Liberace on the other end. So silly when I think of it. I lost my music, I did. I come from a musical family, and somehow I put all that aside to be a wife and mom, but you know I miss it sometimes, like tonight.

Below is me when I just turned 7 playing. I’ve shared this before but not this part.