Daddy Playing -

Momma and Kimberly and I had just gotten home from shopping, and Daddy arrived home soon after...I was putting things away in my room...lost in thought, and a faint melody reached my ears. I walked into the hallway, following the music...and realized it came from my parents bedroom. With a smile, I went back to putting things away, and then took my camera in there to listen for a little bit.

Many of you might not know this, but in Daddy's younger days, he was a musician. From my earliest days of babyhood and childhood, I've heard melodies that have sent me into dreamy sleep, or gently calming me in beautiful songs...Daddy playing guitar has always been one of my favorite sounds. There are few things more beautiful to listen to. Whether or not he plays the whole song, or mixes five songs together, I love listening to him play! It is no wonder that guitar music remains one of my favorite types of music to listen to. It is amazing how much I can feel like a child again, with just a few chords.

Music in Daddy's guitar case. 

I can even remember playing with Daddy's guitar case, trying to drag it around like a suitcase! 

Daddy playing. 

He responds and reflects and moves and is moved. I love watching him. That's how I feel when I play piano. I love knowing that my love of music came from his love of music. 

So grateful for him. I love you, Dad! 

Hearing him play just sent me back to years ago ... and how much I love to hear it.
It reminds me of how blessed I am to be in this family and in this home, and have these memories.
And I wanted to share that thankfulness with you!! :)

With much love,
~ Jean Marie ~


  1. PRECIOUS!!!
    Thanks for sharing!


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