For the past 9 months of my IL and Econ degree, I haven’t really sung. In fact, when I attempted to sing in church, and my classically-trained colleagues will understand what I mean, I had to kind of squeak out tones. My once big-ol’ voice was rusty.
Recent events in my life and in the world have made me want to sing to Henry. I wanted him to know how much I love him and the only way to put that in his little ears was my voice. He doesn’t care if I eat spinach or workout or sleep enough. But, maybe singing to him is something he’ll get now and in the future?
Oddly enough, just singing this little verse to him has brought my voice back. I sing lots now. It’s amazing how good teachers put in a foundation that might be covered with moss, but is unbreakable (the Grant, Doops, Pat).
Finding the right song for him was not difficult. There was only one that would do.
This is my song to Henry: Not While I’m Around, from Sweeney Todd. I tend toward the Babs’ version.