Christmas came early at the Reynolds home.
Thanks to Grandmom for financing it, Granddaddy for loaning his truck to move it, and our wonderfully amazing come-over-in-a-pinch friends Liz and Clint (along with baby Moses, who cheered us on/screamed in the exersaucer), for helping us wrangle it into our house.
We have a PIANO! A banged-up, scratched and bruised, works perfectly piano. So far the girls and I have played "Hot Cross Buns" and "Jesus Loves Me." I'm hoping to expand our repertoire soon.
2 comments:
Congratulations!!!!!! How awesomely fun! I only have my piano because we inherited it from Grandmother Walker in the late 80's, and I can't bear the thought of ever parting with it. Banged up pianos have character, and oh so many memories. ;-)
We have my grandmother's piano that my mom, aunt and uncles all learned to play on. I can't play it, but it's just a piece of family history I can't bear to part with. I'm hoping baby Butler will take after her daddy and have more musical talents than her mommy.
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