The most exciting part about having a basement is that the organ doesn't have to live in the garage anymore. Ryan had to take the organ apart to fit it through the door, but there were a bunch of wires that he couldn't put back together because his labels had wiped off. He figured there were too many possible combinations to try, (neither of us can remember how to do the math. If there are 13 wires that connect to 13 other wires, is it 13 factorial? Cuz 6,227,020,800 possible combinations seems absurd.) So Ryan did some complicated experiments, and figured out how the wiring worked. He tried to explain it to me, but it was way over my head. I think I might've married a genius or something.
Sully woke up in the middle of the night, while Ryan was getting the organ back together, so he got to be there for the big moment. He was like, "What? A piano I can crawl on? This is awesome!" The kid is kinda obsessed with pianos.
I love that kid! And I love having an organ in my house. My life is awesome. How'd I get so stinking lucky?