Music to My Ears

Usually, when I think of the notion of music to my ears,  I am expected to create something out of some words or greeting that really hit me during the years. So I guess there was some of that traditional music to my ears this year amid a blaring cacophony otherwise.

For starters, from my daughter: "I'm going to have a baby, and you are going to be a grandfather!" and about eight months later "You have a grandchild!"

From my grandchild: "waawaa waa " (softly) and a few months later "WAAA WAAA WAAA..." (stronger and more serious).

From my wife: "I love YOU!" and "I am glad that I had this time with you!"

From my son: "I am here for you!" and reassuring me "You can do whatever you want."

From many: "We care about you!" and "A lot of people care about you!"

From a friend at the gym: "Want me to wash your back?"

From my walking partner: "What time is good for you next week?"

So these are the exciting and kind words from the wonderful people who were in my life this year.

But the real music was yesterday at the Holiday Sing. I was into it as the leader, more than ever, and the 40 or so people sang out, in tune, often blending in creative harmony. It was special music because it was dedicated to the one I love. Perfect harmony, and true music to my ears.