Count My Blessings
My husband is an incredible musician. He writes, records and engineers but playing the piano is his main passion. I take it for granted sometimes. And there are times I even get mad when I hear the piano start to play. Sometimes I want just a little silence. But when I start to get irritated, I remember the day a few years ago, when he cut part of his thumb off with a box cutter, and we didn't know how he was going to play the keyboards the same again. I remember how devastated he was, and how... Sign in to see full entry.