Sing, Sing, Sing

Sam had a choir performance this week at her school. Choir is serious business here. Specific hair, uniforms and shoes. She wrote down all of her instructions on her hand. In black Sharpie marker. I'm sure it will still be there for the Christmas concert.

I love listening to this girl sing. It's majestic. Sometimes I look at her and wonder where her voice came from. I wish it could sound as lovely when she rolls her eyes at me and repeats for the 1,325th time, "that's totally not fair".

When my dad was sick and even months after his funeral, I would ask Sam to sing for me. She knows a song from Little Women, and it's my favorite. When I was sad, I would ask her to sit with me and sing it. Even now, I ask her to sing that song at least once a week. Time slows down and life feels more peaceful when I listen to her.

The choir performance was a family affair, which means I spent the entire time holding my breath that Makell and Addie wouldn't do something to get us banished from all future school activities. Fortunately, the visible cupcakes and plastic gory finger were enough of a distraction.

Thank you for your voice Sam. It's my gift from heaven.