Each year, for my birthday, I have always asked my husband for the same thing - a night of live music. And so, every October, I have had enjoyed the thrill of bass, and the still of clear voice - from Dave Matthews, Shawn MacDonald, U2, and David Crowder to Gungor, Feist, and Norah Jones.
This year, my daughter is putting on a concert for me, six-year-old shaky-beautiful voice and all. And because I'm the momma, of course I get VIP tickets, and backstage passes. I simply cannot wait to hear her empty her soul into harmony, recklessly strumming her tiny guitar, and singing her song for the whole world ... and me.
Feeling extravagantly blessed this year by so many things ... none of which are actually "things".
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