I just finished a very satisfying piano practice session while my husband gave our daughter a bath and got her ready for bed. This is a routine we try to stick to and we are successful 20% of the time. We’re busy, ya know?
I love him for it. He gives me no guilt for pursuing a completely solo activity while he does the dirty work. In fact, he INSISTS I go sit at the piano. (It may be because I tend to get a bit cranky without my musical unwinding. Or maybe he really is just as charming as I make him sound. Either way, he’s a gem.)
And while I play, either frustratingly (some nights, my fingers just don’t obey) or tranquilly, I always always feel a surge of gratitude in my heart for that man.
Do you want to know how I got the piano? I’ll tell you. Ryan and I used to both work at the same place which gave out AMAZING Christmas bonuses. The year we bought our house, we both got fabulous Christmas checks. Since we now had a house, it made perfect sense to me that we would furnish it with a piano. And those fabulous checks would be the means of purchasing the piano.
I didn’t realize how selfish my assumption was until later. And I didn’t realize how utterly selfless it was of my husband to agree and willingly give up his large check to pay for a piano he will rarely touch, except to dust (cuz he’s great at doing chores).
Now I realize it. And on those successful 20% nights when I get to actually practice the piano, I fall in love all over again with my sweet husband for giving me a gift that truly keeps on giving. 20% of the time.