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One of the things that I love the most is when my husband gives my daughter guitar lessons.  It breaks me up into a million pieces to watch them play together.

Today, little beauty was singing, “She’ll be coming around the mountain when she comes,” while strumming away on the Gibson.  I just hold my breath and listen.  It’s enough.  In that moment, I am content.

He’s played with her since she was a newborn.  When she was little, he’d play so softly on his acoustic - so gently that everything sounded like a lullaby.  She loved it.  As she grew, she’d bang away on the guitar while he played, finding rhythm easily as he does.  Now, she strums away with him.  He’ll hold the chords while she strums, and it’s beautiful.  I don’t know if you can tell in the picture or not, but she’s holding the neck of the guitar correctly and strums just right with a pick.  It’s enough for me.  I can’t quite say what I mean, but that moment– my daughter and husband playing the guitar together might be the happiness I’ve searched for in all the places I’ve been in my life.