That definitely counts as a happy thing. My vocal range isn't the only thing standing in the way of me singing descants, normally it's just so pretty I can't stop tearing up... and then I can't sing anything.
Swinging from one extreme to the other, either busy or vegging, orderly or cluttered, meals par excellence or insta-food, schoolwork all day or not at all. Good thing my husband is well-balanced.
That definitely counts as a happy thing. My vocal range isn't the only thing standing in the way of me singing descants, normally it's just so pretty I can't stop tearing up... and then I can't sing anything.
ReplyDeleteI love hearing people who can sing them, sing descants. They are indeed a happy thing. :)
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