It's What's Inside That Counts

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Young-me…

Had a plan…a plan for how she would decorate her home…her one-day-home…her one-day-when-she-had-money-to-buy-furniture home…

It would be sleek and modern…chic and minimalistic…but then came those heirlooms…those antiques…and that decorating plan went out the window…

Which is laughable, because it’s fairly obvious that one of us is anything but chic and modern…drawn to quirky, colorful, and doodads galore…

And then there’s that piano of mine…has to be the ugliest thing ever…the finish damaged…gouges in the wood…probably couldn’t even give it away…

But this old gal wouldn’t part with it, for anything in the world…

8-year-old-me wanted to be an organist…asked for an organ for her birthday…got a piano instead…a Poole piano…cost 400 dollars…

And we became best friends…little-me played it when she was happy…played it when she was sad…played and sang show tunes…played it to prepare for competitions…

And still plays today…the arthritis in the hands limiting…the voice no longer works…but that friend of mine sounds the same…those keys light to the touch…the tone bright, beautiful—no new piano could replicate…

And so it is…in life…it doesn’t matter who you are…it doesn’t matter what you are…when it comes to what people truly see…it’s what’s inside that counts…
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And that husband of mine…agrees…