That is what some­one told us that we should buy for K. He LOVES music. He likes to lis­ten to music. He loves wed­ding dances. (Remem­ber Michaela’s dance?) He often breaks out into song or requests that Jason or I sing to him. When he was younger, I found him one day danc­ing to a radio com­mer­cial that had no music only talking.

At church, he adores our wor­ship leader. Z is a younger man. He is a bit older than college-aged, and K loves him. One time, we went to church out of town with my in-laws, and before church started, K stood up on my lap and looked around. “Where Z go? Music???” He wanted to know how in the world a church could have music with­out Z. K gen­er­ally comes to the church ser­vice with us for either the begin­ning or clos­ing wor­ship. Last week, he came, and as I was hold­ing him, he started singing along with one of the songs. He was singing dif­fer­ent words than every­one else in the sanc­tu­ary, but it didn’t mat­ter to him, to us, or to God. It was adorable.

Get­ting back to the title of the post, gui­tar, drums, and a piano. Well, we have 2/3 of those, and what we don’t have K is tak­ing care of on his own. I have a piano from my years of piano lessons as an ele­men­tary, junior high, and high schooler. A cou­ple years ago, Jason showed some inter­est in learn­ing to play gui­tar, so I bought him one for Christ­mas. K has taken the drums into his own hands. This is a video I took on my phone ear­lier today.