Music To My Ears

This is my baby, Isaac (please don't tell him I called him that), practicing the trombone ...isn't that beautiful? The trombone is my favorite instrument. It was my favorite even before I met Brother Bru (our church music director, who plays the trombone during congregational singing).

What a blessing this story is...

Several years ago when we were at a local flea market, my son, Luke (not the one pictured), saw a used trombone (the one pictured). We bought it for a song (bad pun) because he thought he might want to learn to play it (but later focused on the violin and cello). So we had this poor, destitute trombone languishing away in our home.

Our friend, Josiah (on the far right in the three amigos picture here) plays the trombone. A couple months ago I texted him to ask if he would take a look at ours the next time he came over (he is at our home several times a week). He responded by asking how old Isaac is. I thought he must have misunderstood my question. You know, the generation gap and all. But I couldn't figure out how "Will you inspect our trombone to see if it plays well enough to sell?" could be misunderstood. Turns out that Josiah was offering to TEACH Isaac the trombone. Oh, glory divine! Music to my ears!! You see, I wouldn't have asked Josiah to teach Isaac. But since he offered...

Now I get to hear rousing renditions of "Hot Cross Buns" and "Go, Tell Aunt Rhody" daily. Ah...music to my ears!

~Joan