I had a dream.
That I was playing Silent Night on the cello and hubby was singing.
We were in his church.
That Christmas he bought me a cello.
I have not accompanied his singing at church.
We are waiting on Betty to play it on the piano so that she can cover for my inadequacy. In case hubby is unable to.
These old piano keys are chipped from B racing his hotwheels across them. And now, the C scale is marked with blue painter’s tape. For Betty.
One day in the near future we will all perform Silent Night at FBC in Gruver.
Between now and then, it’s possible that we will add a mandolin. And a gypsy tambourine.