My Guitar

Music is an awesome thing. Who can imagine a world without it? It's so beautiful, and just lets people express themselves in ways that just plain words can't. Yes, music is wonderful. But there's something better--the ability to MAKE music.

That's why I was so excited to get my very own guitar this weekend. I've wanted a guitar for awhile, so that I could learn to play it and eventually write my own songs.

My guitar has a unique history. My dad started building it at a guitar shop in Provo even before I was born. He married my mom, they started our family, and a few years later we moved to Portland, so it never got finished. Fast forward about 20 years later and I'm studying in the HFAC for finals. Knowing that I want a guitar, my dad sends me a text asking if I would be interested in having his guitar that he began making so many years earlier. Of course I said yes.

Two saturdays ago I went up to the guitar shop and got to see the finished instrument. (It still needed a little bit of fine-tuning.) It was so beautiful and obviously carefully crafted. I liked it right away. The next weekend, I was finally able to bring it home.

Tonight my roommates, my FHE brother, and I all had dinner at my apartment. While we waited for dinner to be served, I brought out my guitar. My FHE brother picked it up, and after we asked him if he knew any songs, he just started strumming. That's a great thing about the guitar--you can just pick it up and start playing. No special prep necessary.

Needless to say, I can't wait to begin learning to play this beautiful instrument. My life just keeps getting better. :)