A slice of motherhood. In the car, with the taters. Broadway show tunes at the ready. Makes me laugh every time. These are the moments I want to always remember. Especially the bit where Abigail knows, in advance, to sing a certain stanza as sweetly as possible. Or when Lucas pipes up to sing, "I’m a girl." These might just be things only a parent can love.
Happy Mother’s Day, to our mothers, for singing anyway. Off tune, show tune, any way you can get or give it. When we sing, joy finds its way in. And to those who’ve lost their mother, I hope you’ll find a way to sing for her today, too. I’m betting it would make her day.
Love from the bottom of my diaphragm,