A small treasure

When my dad passed away this summer, I took just 1 thing from his house. His baby grand piano. Not such a little thing, a quite impressive beauty actually. For years before he died, he wanted me to have the piano but it was never the right time.
This is the piano I played on as a child. It will forever remind me of my dad and I love it. I asked the big kiddos if they wanted to take piano lessons this fall and Callie eagerly jumped on board. We placed the piano in our main room so actually all the kids play on it all the time. And despite my sensitivity to noise (yes I have 4 kiddos) I don't mind the piano.

Today I went to my dad's house to work on the final phases of cleaning it out. I was going through his closet and found this. My old metronome. My brother told me to take it and I was thrilled. If you look close, it's held together by rubberbands. I brought it home and plugged it in and it works. I absolutely love it, and Callie does too. This will be one of the most meaningful things in my home now, and it will forever remind me of my dad.

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