Sing your heart out

You can tell just by looking, there is pure joy in this picture. In the moment after is was snapped, the sisters pulled the blanket over their heads and erupted into a scrambling thrashing pile. Then moments later the outdoor concert we were at at the community band shell began and they were sudden statues.  Transfixed by the music on stage and the familiar connection they had to the songs from the Sound of Music, my girls began to belt along. The little one giving it all her gusto not caring what people on picnic blankets next to us were thinking. The older one clearly more carefully censoring herself and performing the music as she'd expect to hear it.  Regardless, both singing their hearts out.

We all have our own connections to music.  Something that brings us back to a certain place or time in our lives.  A certain person, even. I've heard it said that smell is the most powerful sense, but I'd like to believe that sound is a close second.

When we sing, we feel something; sadness, longing for a time or place, love, regret, joy.

There is always singing at our house. 
Singing in the kitchen. Singing in the bedrooms. 
Singing in the bathroom. Singing in the backyard.
Don't forget the car singing. We are loud, deliberate and joyful because music makes us feel, singing makes us remember, singing makes us happy.