83: Sweet Little Voices

Driving home from a sweet, little Christmas program tonight, my mind rested and my mouth smiled. The delight was born from the joy that had grown as I watched K singing from the risers – he even had a solo tonight.

At the risk of sounding overly nostalgic, I did allow myself flashbacks of M standing on the same squeaky risers, singing the same sweet little Christmas songs. (It would have been impossible not to think about M growing up on those risers too.)

Friendly, familiar faces were all around us. It was nice to take a break.

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