Music
I LOVE music. I have for as long as I can remember. My Grandma had a video of me singing "I Am a Child of God" for her when I was two. At age three I sang in our local festival and did really well. I've been singing and preforming all my life.
When my father-in-law was here last month, he brought his guitar with him, and I was so excited! I haven't listened to live guitar music since I was in university. (We had an awesome set of guy friends that played guitar and sang barenaked ladies songs. They would serenade us all night long. It was great!)
Some of the fondest memories that I have heard Michael recall, are of his dad playing the guitar and singing to it. Michael remembers his dad sitting down and listening to songs over and over trying to learn the music so that he could sing to it. I have only heard my father in law play twice and the second time was accidental - I walked in on him practicing.
I was SO excited to finally be a part of his music. So we all sat in the livingroom and listened to him play, when he played songs that we knew, we sung along. It was such a fantastic experience. He learned "Silent Night" so that we could sing it with him. He and Natasha practiced it for while, it was great. (He has a fantastic voice which made the whole night even better!)
I think my favourite song was "Danny Boy". It has always been special to my parents and me. He sang it with an intro that I had never heard before, which was amazing.
These are the kinds of things that bind a family. Sitting together and enjoying something so intimate. I hope that my kids will have more opportunities to sit at their grandpa's knee and listen to his music. It is exactly what they need in their lives.
When my father-in-law was here last month, he brought his guitar with him, and I was so excited! I haven't listened to live guitar music since I was in university. (We had an awesome set of guy friends that played guitar and sang barenaked ladies songs. They would serenade us all night long. It was great!)
Some of the fondest memories that I have heard Michael recall, are of his dad playing the guitar and singing to it. Michael remembers his dad sitting down and listening to songs over and over trying to learn the music so that he could sing to it. I have only heard my father in law play twice and the second time was accidental - I walked in on him practicing.I was SO excited to finally be a part of his music. So we all sat in the livingroom and listened to him play, when he played songs that we knew, we sung along. It was such a fantastic experience. He learned "Silent Night" so that we could sing it with him. He and Natasha practiced it for while, it was great. (He has a fantastic voice which made the whole night even better!)
These are the kinds of things that bind a family. Sitting together and enjoying something so intimate. I hope that my kids will have more opportunities to sit at their grandpa's knee and listen to his music. It is exactly what they need in their lives.
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