I remember as a little girl going over to my Aunt Marlys's house and plunking away on the great big old piano that sat in her living room. I remember how much I longed to have a piano and wanted to learn to master this beautiful instrument. So, of course, when my children were born and we started to homeschool them one of the first things that we did was to go out and buy a replica of Aunt Marlys's old piano and buy some used piano books in an attempt to make my love their love and torture them everyday by making them play with the hope of raising up the next Mozart or church piano lady.
Alexis is really the only one in our family with any musical gifting and has put the most effort into learning to play. Rather than mastering the art of playing with her toes (like some other unnamed child of mine) she actually studied and worked hard. So, all that said, last fall we blessed her and sprung for real piano lessons with a real live teacher who actually knew how to play the piano (unlike her mother who had been faking it for several years). She amazed me (like I figured she would) by zipping through several lesson books and levels in just months. She took off a couple of months after Trent died but was able to make it to a few last practices before her first ever piano recital.
She performed her two songs beautifully. I think I was the proudest momma in the auditorium that day. My little girl, now a piano playing young woman. Way to go sweetheart!