Bittersweet Sounds
When I was a little girl I would stand upon the wooden pew next to my dad as he sang hymns with the congregation. I was mesmerized with his then visible Adam's apple. It wiggled and bounced with his falsettos and harmonies. I would sometimes reach over and touch the vibration, I still remember the wonder of it all. He would look at me and chuckle because it is a goofy thing only a child would do. He never scorned me for it. He delighted in me. From choir rehearsals to singing CCR & Air Supply in the car to playing records to singing along with Jesus Christ Superstar, there was always music of some kind. He always had a song in his heart. I now realize this is where my sing-song-slightly-annoying-type-parenting probably comes from. Oh well, one day maybe they'll appreciate such a skill! As an adult with my own family sometimes if we'd make it to the same service as my parents we'd sit with them. I could always pick out my dad's voice next to me. What a swe...