When I was a little girl I took piano lessons. My mom has the most beautiful baby grand piano ever. My dad bought it from a guy who had it stored in an old barn or garage or something and he refinished it and got a new sound board for it and new key covers and fixed it all up. That piano is so. very. special. I played that piano a lot while I was growing up and loved it.
After I left for college, I rarely got a chance to play piano. And for the last few years I have missed playing so. much. When we moved into our house this fall, my mom and dad bought us a piano as a house-warming present. And I have been making music.
Just about every day. And my fingers are finding their old rythms and notes, and finding some new ones. And filling our home with music. So, when I'm looking for the music in today and it is very faint, I sit down at this lovely little piano and make some music - as long and as loud or wild or gentle or beautiful or funky as I want it to be.
And my Maddie-girl is starting to learn to play. She is loving it, too. And I love hearing her little bits of music-making.
{Maddie's Dozen-A-Day practice book. She drew in the faces and hair and clothes - aren't they cute?}
{A book I learned out of that Maddie is using now!}
{A very favorite song of mine; I have been playing it and adding to it and just having a lot of fun making music.}
{This book was my grandma's - you might be able to see her name penciled lightly in at the top of the book - Violet Jacobson. It is so special to play out of her old book.}
So, even though there have been some very discordant chords and some days where the music is very, very faint, these past few weeks have been filled with the music that Maddie and I make. On the piano from my parents, out of books full of memories. And both Ben and Isaac love to hear it. Music wrapping round four Pattens, in our home, together.