Mom and Dad were right; now is not a moment quite too soon. After many days (months now) of picking up the guitar and fumbling around, I think I'm actually playing. I am so thankful for whatever woke me up and made me start grabbing the guitar each day. If progress is the goal, and it is, then I am well on my way... I played my first kitchen concert for Robert yesterday and was surprised to be pleased with the sounds that resulted. I know chords and notes and strumming patterns and even a few picking techniques. I'm no master, but suddenly there is hope where, previously, there was none. My relationship with and understanding of music has grown so much because of the guitar. It thrills me that Dad is behind it all. Who knows? Maybe someday I could even arrange and produce my own songs in their entirety...