I have always, always wanted to play cello.
The cello has a song that I could feel in my bones before my digital ears could interpret the sounds, and it calls me home with its song for the bones.
I love to listen to it, and it was a cello-special symphony that was my first one to ever hear with my cochlear implants five years ago, and it is my very favorite – maybe because I can tolerate its range.
I love when Nathan plays violin for me, but it’s range is so broad and can be so high that I have no desire for it to be right up by my face while I learn to play it badly.
But the cello? I’m game for the cello.
And this week I was given another gift card, which I had saved the others I was given, and did not need to use the gift cards for school books as expected because of another scholarship.
And so I did it, in the middle of sweet potato fries after the symphony last weekend.
I bought me a cello, one I had been watching for seven years, on sale for $600 off, and bought with gift cards given to me at Christmas (for “play” they said, not for the family or for kids).
To get it that cheaply, though, I had to put the strings on myself, which is one reason I had never gotten it before. I have no idea how to do that, and am scared of those strings!
But then I married Nathan, with full intent on someday having a cello.
And today it came!
Nathan got the bridge ready:
Because he loves me.
And it is so beautiful, that’s what.