Over the weekend, while Georgia P and I were visiting an Austin music shop, she saw this pink ukulele and just had to have it.
I’m such a pushover!
How could I say no?
It doesn’t stay in tune and its tone isn’t the best.
But it’s her “first guitar” and she loves it.
I’ll never forget my first guitar, the one I got after trading in my cello.
I was 10 years old. And I would spend hours and hours trying to learn how to play Beatles songs, sometimes until my fingers would bleed.
When I was an early teen, that guitar was a best friend in some tough times (when my family was being broken apart). It’s been a trusted companion ever since.
As I watch her pluck and strum her “first guitar,” I can only dream of where it will accompany her someday…
I love her so much.