One Week

You are one-week old today. I am so proud of you, and am thrilled at how you've affected my life in such a wonderful way within such a short space of time. I feel happy simply holding you and just know that we are going to be supporting each other throughout the long journey ahead. I love you, my bee-you-tee-full guitar! I promise to take very good care of you (even though I tore your belt by accident today, but don't worry, that can be fixed easily). My fingers are always here for you, my precious ... (okay, I sound like Gollum now.) Thank you so much for lighting up my life with the music I've wanted for ages! Even sore or bleeding fingers will not stop me from playing you, for you are definitely worth all of it.