The arrival of the Steinway

Here was the newspaper template my husband made so we could see how much space the new piano would occupy and figure out where and how we could still have seating in our living room.

Here is the eighty some odd year old piano we have had forever. I learned to play on it when I was a little girl. It had belonged to my Great Aunt Marguerite who was an accomplished pianist and had had it rebuilt maybe 40 years ago? This is the piano John has always played at home. It's now upstairs in his bedroom.

And HERE IT IS!!! The STEINWAY!!! It's 33 years old, in fantastic condition and has hardly been played. Well, that is, until two days ago. Now it's played every time John is in the house. The sound is unbelievable. It's like music from heaven. This photo is John playing minutes after the movers left, Liz having already set up a fort of some sort underneathe. At my next one-on-one coaching at Apple I'm going to ask them to teach me how to post videos so you can hear it.

Here is one happy guy playing his dream piano.  God is so good.