(If you’ve been here already, this post has now been updated with a link to music at the bottom of the post. Enjoy!)
Last Monday when I posted the introductory post to the 31 Days of writing, I mentioned that on the weekends I would revisit one of my favorites and write about it on Mondays. On day three’s Random Favorites I said that one of my favorite things was my husband’s hands when he plays the piano. I love to watch him play. Every time I hear him play a concert I fall in love all over again.
This weekend, Sunday morning, He had a concert at a church in the next small town over from where we live. His hometown. He did a phenomenal job. Several people told me they knew I must be proud of him. Of course I am. I am proud of his talent, but I am more proud of the fact that he uses it for the Glory of God. He knew when he was fifteen that he wanted to use his music for God. And he always has given back. Whether for a large crowd or small, paid or volunteer he gives his best. So Sunday I added another favorite memory of him playing piano to my collection. And his hands? Beautiful instruments proclaiming God’s grace and love.
Fact is, a lot of my favorite memories have to do with my husband playing the piano and they center around our falling in love. The first time I met my him it was at a Youth Rally at one of our local churches when I was seventeen. He played a very rousing rendition of Onward Christian Soldiers on the piano and I was mesmerized. I think I fell in love with him that night. My mother did too. She claimed him (unbeknownst to him) right then for her future son-in-law. At the time she thought it might be my sister who would nab him though, since my sister was more of a pianist than me (I was a lazy piano student). What she didn’t realize is that I was the one who needed a pianist, but God knew. It all worked out as it should and a few years later I got the piano guy. As far as I know, my sister never wanted him – she was much too young. My mother’s gut was right though – he did become her son-in-law.
That evening after the rally, my (future) husband had a good time flirting with me, but he told me years later he thought my glasses were too big! What did he know about fashion? Anyway, a few years later we were in college and
I stalked ran into him at the music building where I was pretty sure he would be. I was with a friend and her mom. We asked him to play for us and he obliged. He made a big show of explaining the piece he was going to play – something about a gondola and a couple in love. I’m pretty sure he was letting me know he was interested. On the way back to the dorm my friend’s mom told me he was the guy I was going to Marry. I’d already decided I was going to marry him.
A few days later we talked again and he eventually asked me out and we began dating. Most of our dates consisted of him having dinner with my family and then serenading us at the piano. Something about playing for his supper.
After a couple of years of dating we were married. When we were first married there would be times that I’d feel like I had been punched in the gut and it would hit me that I was the lucky girl that caught the guy that everybody loved. He chose me. And when I watch his hands caress the notes I feel like the young girl in the gondola falling in love with her guy. All over again.
If you want to hear him play – Rocky playing his arrangement of Danny Boy. This song is on Tindeck. If you can figure out how to download it you may do so with my permission. However, if you use it in any way on your blog or another public forum you must link back to this post and properly credit the song as being the property of Rocky Hardymon. Thanks.
Loving in Grace,
7 thoughts on “Favorite Revisited – 31:7”
Ahh! The story of how you two met and fell in love gets sweeter every time I hear it. God ordained that you two be together! I love you two so much.
Beautiful love story, Teresa. Rocky is indeed a gifted fellow. I heard a clip recently of him playing “How Great Thou Art” with the Noblemen Quartet, and he did a fantastic job.
Thanks, I’m just a little bit proud of him 🙂 He was at Tollesboro United Methodist Sunday morning, then with the Noblemen at East Fork in the afternoon. A busy, but great day!
Your love for him beams through your writing. Oh, East Fork! That where I went to church when I lived at home. I so miss the place and the Hampton family’s singing.
I didn’t realize that was your home church. It is a beautiful place with beautiful people.