
SONG
Go…
Cringing and grimacing are often seen, along with some snickering thrown in for good measure, whenever I sing. I can’t carry a tune to save my life. Thankfully, I’ve never had to.
That’s why I find it so laughable that the man I call “husband” has such an amazing voice.
He doesn’t think he does, but, oh, how he can sing. Not in a you-should-go-out-and-start-a-band kind of way. No, no. I’m talking about the I’m-gonna-stop-my-catterwauling-to-listen-to-you kind of way. Others might move a few rows farther away when I get fired up, or wish they were in a different car. Not so, when he does. Others tune in and scootch closer.
He doesn’t think his song is all that special, because his brother sings, too. And well! As in, already-an-artist kind of way.
But, each time that my man chooses to belt it out, and thinks he’s just blending in with the host of other voices around him?
My own singing ceases (thankfully).
I look up at him.
And I.
Just.
Listen.
To his song.
Because it’s always beautiful.
It’s Five Minute Friday time over at Lisa Jo Baker’s place. Dontcha’ just love it? Today’s prompt is “song”. You know you want to read what others had to share about this little word. Click the button below and you can!

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