Music has always been a huge part of my life. My great grandfather was a musician of all sorts. Whether it was banjo, guitar, harmonica, or the piano, he always had his hands on an instrument. He was a lover of Hank and Johnny and church hymns. I often credit him for my adoration of amazing country music. Growing up, you could always find me banging on the keys of his piano or beating on one of his old guitars. I'm so happy to now own one of those guitars and that piano. I really started to play the guitar when I was 12 or so. I spent countless hours each day playing.
Unfortunately, life has happened and I've not been able to dedicate so much time to one of my favorite things.
Justin has a friend and co-worker that is quite the guitar man. They go back and fourth asking what kind of guitars I have in my collection and such and it has sparked interest for Justin.
Tonight, while watching the CMA Fest Concert, Justin asked me to teach him 3 chords on the guitar. I told him that I really thought it would be a bad idea and that I figured he would get frustrated. He was too darn cute when he wouldn't stop asking me so I obliged. Tonight he learned the G and A chords.
My poor husband has large finger tips, so the chords didn't quite ring the way he wanted them to, but he is a dedicated learner in everything he does so I can imagine that if he puts his mind to it, he will surpass me by far in my talents.
This time, its not the sound of the guitar that makes me giddy....it's the desire in my husband's voice to learn something so dear to me...it's the excitement of possibly learning something new and sharing something together.
I think I'll head to my parent's house this weekend to pick up a few of the guitars from their house so I can teach my eager husband.
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