Yes, yes, I know everyone else already posted about Easter yesterday,
but we were fortunate to still have family and productivity in town
yesterday, so today it is. Dan kept calling me his Easter egg that day
since I looked springy and slightly round. I chose to laugh.
I love Easter, and it was especially lovely this year. Dan’s mom and sister were in town, and my parents joined us, and we all celebrated the special season and my dad’s birthday, which happened to fall on the same day, as well as Dan’s birthday (next Sunday).
I also got to experience my own little Easter miracle this year. I’d
been sick for about a week, and my voice was still gravely and
horrid-sounding. I tried to warm up that morning before choir practice
and, for those of you who sing, couldn’t even hit the C above middle C
(I’m a soprano). I was singing several obligatos that involved high As,
so I figured there was no chance I’d be able to sing. I was really
disappointed since the music we were singing was so, so beautiful, and
is my favorite part of Easter remembrance, but I tried to console myself
by focusing on still getting to play my violin, at least.
and I decided to head to choir practice that morning, anyway. I warned
the other girl singing the obligatos that I probably wouldn’t be
singing. As we got closer, my voice was feeling surprisingly good, so I
went for it. Somehow, I hit every note, both then and in the
performance. And then later that day, I couldn’t even make it through a
whole hymn without my voice breaking. It was really special.