HB wrote about her favorite Christmas songs and so I thought I would to. For a long time my favorite was "Angels We Have Heard On High". I don't know how old I was but I remember it was a pretty big accomplishment when I could finally sing the Glo-----------ria without taking a breath in the middle. And I remember when I was a teenager realizing that the music didn't match the alto part I had learned over the years.
Last night I started to teach M "O Holy Night". It's pretty awesome being able to sing with my children.
I feel upset at them a lot. And singing with them is one of the best ways for me to enjoy being with them. Singing is like that.
I wrote to a friend recently. I knew this friend way back in the day of Geoff's infancy. Writing to her got me thinking about how much I loved the place we were in back then. P was a band director. We got to sing in a wonderful choir. Even when G had cancer, we still had wonderful music. Then G lost his hearing and we started down a very lonely path where participating in music hurt.
So now we're in a place where there is not so much music. But the music we have comes from us. My heart is tied to the people I share music with.
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