I was in deep. A good friend (he was also a coworker) and I frequently would take weekend trips to his family's property in Schulenburg, Texas and we would stay up half the night, playing until our fingers couldn't take any more. During the week, if we had enough time at lunch break, we would go to the guitar libraries, i.e. Guitar Center, Strait Music, etc., and play guitar and dream about our next purchase. We entertained the idea of starting a band. We downloaded our favorite song lyrics and chords, and would go to my house at lunch, wolf down a burger from Short Stop, and play for 30 minutes. I loved guitar playing and guitars.
So it might surprise you to know that I basically quit playing around 2 years ago. My friend was laid off from our company, and I moved to the Rio Grande Valley. A 2nd child was born. I started cycling. For a while I was brewing my own beer (that's more dead than the guitar playing). Between all of that, I just stopped playing.
Today, my 5 year old talked me into getting out the guitar. I pulled out the Larrivee Parlor, tuned it up, then worked my way through my songbook of country songs. I sang, strummed, and smiled until my fingers couldn't take it anymore. My daughter clapped the whole time, and had as big a smile as I can remember. She actually ran around the room, doing laps around the coffee table. She was that excited. The 6 month old sat in her bouncer, and goo-gooed the whole time.
What a joyful hour it was. I will do it again soon.
