The soundtrack of my childhood was based on the sounds of my Dad's guitar. All the warm memories came flooding back this past weekend as my Dad sat with my boys and gave them lessons. Just hearing him tune a guitar makes me reminisce.
He bought all 3 big grandsons electric guitars a few years back, but none of them have shown much interest until now. They may have dreams of rock stardom in their heads, but for me, the sight of my boys and their Papa sharing their love of music and making memories fills me with joy.
(check out The Boy's beautiful musician's hands!)