Chris was very good at playing the guitar. He played it to me almost every day.
"Daddy?" I asked, as he strummed his guitar one afternoon, where we were just sitting outside in the sun and breeze.
"Yes" He replied, still strumming a soft melody.
"Can you play a Disney song please?" He smiled at me before returning to his guitar. He started to play 'I can show you the world'. I sung along to the tune and he listened lovingly.
"You sing like an angel marshmallow." He said, placing the guitar to his side. I reached over, picked up the guitar, and started playing random chords and notes.
"I wish I could play the guitar." I mumbled, looking out at the beautiful view.
"I could teach you." Chis suggested. I smiled at him and moved closer as he instructed me on where to put my fingers and which strings to hold. It was difficult as the guitar was so big so Chris had to do some of the notes.
"That was soooooooo fun" I exclaimed as we walked back inside after 2 hours of practicing.
"You know what Louise?" Chris said. I simply turned and looked up at him. "Maybe I could be your guitar teacher, would you like that?"
I nodded and watched as Chris put the guitar away.
"Soon, I'll be better at it then you." I joked
"Maybe." Chris responded, as he went in to the kitchen, and started making dinner.
