One thing you might not know about my husband, he is a good singer.
And, he enjoys singing.
Sadly he hasn’t had an opportunity to sing regularly – except for church – for a long time. A few months ago I started to pray that he would find an opportunity with some other men to sing again.
Last night another family came over for root beer floats — though the mommies ended up with chocolate ice cream with fresh strawberries – yeah for mommies! ;-) Mike brought his guitar and after some great food and fellowship, he pulled it out. He is amazing! Not only did he play just a small bit of some of his original work, but just by hearing Eric sing a song – a song he’d never heard before – he could play it! And play it beautifully.
They did a couple of songs and planned to get together and do it again. They are even talking about performing togehter. The very thought of doing anything in public terrifies me – but Eric tells me that sharing the music adds so much more to the experience.
I found some songbooks that Eric had created a few years ago of Victorian Christmas songs. I think they are going to work on some of these lesser-known songs to share with others next Christmas.
I’m pretty jazzed about the possibilities this new friendship holds for Eric!


Will be good to hear the Man sing again.
I’ll never forget Eric’s beautiful voice at daddy’s funeral, one of the most touching tributes of the day! oxMomma