I love to sing.
Every night after I read my daughter a bedtime story and say her prayers with her, I sing her off into slumber land. No, I don't sing a lullaby, not really, or some inspirational, soft melody. Every night we sing a version of the closing theme song from The Lawrence Welk show:
Good night, sleep tight, and pleasant dreams to you.
Make a wish, say a prayer, may all your dreams come true.
Tonight and until we meet again.
Adios, Au Revoir, Auf Wiedersehn.
Goodnight!
I really enjoy singing. I grew up singing in the school choir. I had the role of Mary Poppins, singing A Spoonful of Sugar Helps the Medicine Go Down, in a salute to Walt Disney production in the fourth grade. I sang alto in the middle school choir and both alto and tenor in the high school choir, mainly because I had great pitch and was good at harmonizing. In high school, I also started singing in my church choir.
I miss singing these days. Sometimes I feel like I have lost my voice, although I really haven't. I sing along to the radio, belt out songs with my girlfriends, especially on road trips, and giggle through songs with my daughter. I just haven't performed in any organized singing group in quite a while.
Care to hum a little tune with me?
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