My eyes locked on to one guitar in particular, a medium-sized, classical style guitar with a warm honey-toned finish. I took it down off the display wall and sat down to play.
This little beauty melted against my chest, nestled perfectly into my left hand. I wrapped my right arm its body and began to play and sing.
Hush a bye, don't you cry, go to sleep ye little baby...
Celestial, mellow, moving. I'd found a soulmate.
The connection with this guitar remains a moment in time that felt holy, pre-ordained. It still does. May you experience such a hushed moment during this holiday season.