Mornings

Who knew this thrift-shop find would offer hours of priceless family bonding?

When my husband brought home an ancient record player he found at a thrift store last year, I rolled my eyes. We are not skinny-jean-wearing, man-bun-loving hipsters. Actually, my husband has very little hair at all but we do not speak of this. I thought this vinyl business was a passing interest that he’d have for a week or two and then we’d all move on and I’d have to find somewhere to put this piece of junk. But the kids were intrigued. They were fascinated by everything that went into actually playing music. It wasn’t just a push of
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