He Plays


I love music.

I cannot play it, but I love to listen to it. So I consider myself lucky that my husband plays it very well.

When he gets up early, he takes out his guitar, and I get to wake up to the sound of music in our house. In the afternoon while we get ready to go out, he plays and I get to listen while I move about. In the evening, before the quiet of bedtime, he plays.

He never tires of playing, and I never tire of listening.