Since the day I moved out of my parent's house I have been hard up for a piano to play, and my skills are starting to dwindle (in unbelief). My darling husband is well aware of my pining to have a piano of my own to play whenever I want, so he bought me a piano for my birthday. He tried to keep it a secret so I would be surprised, but I beat it out of him, then I felt guilty about it =).
We got to bring it home today, and I am just tickled. It makes our home feel more like a home. And its probably going to drive our neighbors crazy because the piano is against a shared wall...oops.