I used to be this second hand, broken Baby Grand. 

And then came my angels. One by one, all five of them made it into my life. Each one changed something else, sometimes in me, sometimes in my life, sometimes both. They all saw that this little, broken Baby Grand "still has something beautiful to give," to quote the song. Even though most of them didn't know just how broken this Baby Grand is... But they saw it, and that's all that matters.

I'm gonna write a deeper post about how we all still have things to give, no matter what happens... but right now I'm just too grateful and happy to think.

In this note, I'm wishing the best and greatest weekend and Purim to my angels. <3