My husband continues to amaze me.

I’ve been working more and more on my dream of being a musician, and he’s been nothing but supportive. Two years ago, he bought me a beautiful Yamaha acoustic guitar that fits me so much better than the monster of a guitar that I picked out for my first (I had no idea what I was looking for then). I love that Yamaha and play so much more.

Drew’s been talking about getting me an electric guitar for awhile. Even though I’m more of an acoustic kind of gal, I was game. I know there’s more to electric guitar than screaming solos. It can only increase my musicianship. We browsed guitars, but they’re so expensive.

So I was quite excited when he pulled this out on Christmas morning.

I burst out laughing when I noticed this.

For those who aren’t familiar with guitars, First Act guitars are the ones you find at Walmart. In a box. It’s the kind of guitar you buy for your eight year old that may or may not continue playing. Drew had joked about getting me a First Act, but I have my pride. I’m a *real* musician, or at least I’m trying to be.

When I looked at the guitar again, I noticed how nice it looked. He told me the story of why it looked so nice.

He found it at Goodwill, beat up and looking terrible. They asked $15, he offered $5. They gave it to him. Then he took it to a friend that builds custom guitars and asked if he could fix it up. He did. New pick guard, new tuning pegs and all sorts of other electric things that I don’t totally get.

I am now the proud owner of a beautiful First Act guitar. And I’m swallowing my pride, cause as I held the neck of the guitar, I realized how well it fits my teeny tiny girly hands. I haven’t played it yet (Christmas was busy) but I look forward to pulling out the amp and hearing how awesome it sounds.

Yup. My husband rocks.