People underestimate the beauty of a lullaby.
I'm listening to a recording of my best friend, years since it was originally recorded, and it is the most lovely sound I could imagine for the dark hours of night. I'll admit, it was better when she would sing to me in person, nights when we couldn't sleep in college, long midnights when we were the only two people awake in a house of 140 girls, months when we were absolute disasters and battling demons we couldn't identify and certainly never understood (always worse at night).
It's easy to forget the talents of friends, glance hurriedly over these unique gifts that often drew one to them in the first place.
Oh it sounds so beautiful to listen to her now.
I love when people sing to me. Is there anything more wonderful?
[Today was a good day.]
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The life and times of Allison Michelle, lover of all things beautiful and ridiculous.
1 comment:
I am glad you had a good day:) Your last few post seem like you are at a tipping point towards something wonderful and that is a beautiful thing:)
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