Let's Move a Piano

My piano has a story. When I was 7 years old, I was able to start taking piano lessons. I did that until I was 14. One might hear this and think that I am pretty good at playing said piano...let me clarify...I am not good. I can read music and figure things out, but let's face it, my parents paid for therapy for those 7 years! I loved my teacher to pieces...Maisa Simpson. In fact, I ran into her a few weeks ago at a funeral and cried because I love that lady. Okay, back to my piano's story. So, it has always been known that when my mom dies I get the piano. After all, I took lessons the longest (probably didn't practice the most though). So when my parents move to St. George, I told them to leave the piano with me. I won't call it "my piano" until my mom was gone, but that I was just housing it for her. No. Mom didn't like that. She wanted her piano with her. Well, not too long after they moved (less than a year) she called and told me that I could have the piano. Wahoo! Ryan was less thrilled because that meant he now had to get said piano from St. George to home, that and now we have a piano to move every time we move. :) So, I have the piano. It moved with us to the basement when we lived with Ryan's parents. When we moved out in January of this year, the piano stayed in the basement. Mostly because Ryan was done moving things and the last thing he wanted to move was a piano. Well, the basement of his parents is going to be getting other tenants so I wanted my piano out of their way and back into my life. I work in an office of about 1200 people, 1100 of which are men. I was pretty confident that I could find 4 men willing to move a piano up some stairs to wait for Ryan to get home and finish it off. Well, the first four I asked said yes! Wahoo! So, one day at lunch, we drove on over to the in-laws and moved a piano. I took a few pictures, but then I couldn't watch. I had to go upstairs and pretend like nothing was happening! And now the piano is in my home and I love it being there. Something is just right about it.