I saw a wonderful concert this evening, the all male singing group Chanticleer. No instruments, just beautiful voices with an amazing range harmonizing, truly awesome. Whenever I hear truly great singers I think how grand it must be to be able to make such music with your voice. I've always thought that I'll know I've died and gone to heaven when I can carry a tune.
Don't get me wrong, I love to sing - in the shower, alone in my car, in church (if no one else can hear me) - but I know my limitations. My daughter made sure of that years ago. I was rocking her to sleep one evening (she was one year old) and singing what I thought was a sweet lullaby, when she opened her eyes, looked up at me and said "Don't sing, Mommy."
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