Today in church I was sitting next to Kiddo and was listening to his voice as we were singing one of the hymns. I really enjoy the alto part of that hymn, so I switched. As we started the second verse I could suddenly remember sitting next to my Mom in church and listening to her sing the alto part of that same hymn. I always loved listening to her sing hymns in church.
I loved listening to her sing anything. When I was little, one of my favorites was "Sing" by the Carpenter's except that I didn't know that they sang it. I only knew that my Mom sang it. Years later when I heard the Carpenter's singing it on the radio, I was a little sad to find out that Mom hadn't actually written that song.
Thank you, Mom, for singing to me. I can't imagine what my life would be like if you hadn't.