
I play guitar. Phoebe sings silly songs. Sometimes she makes up her own. That’s all in a typical day for us.
My friend, Joy, challenged me. “You need to record your songs!” she said, “They are amazing! You need to save them!”
I never felt the urgency of saving these moments before.
Donny (Joy’s husband) caught my attention in the kitchen, “Your voice reminds me of grandma Beth. I never realized until later in life how much I loved to hear her sing.”
I knew my songs were special to Phoebe, but I never thought about how important they might one day become to her, once she is grown up.
Later, chatting on the couch, Joy shared with me, “My mom used to sing and play guitar. Then she stopped playing. When she grew older, she picked up her guitar to play the same songs, but her voice had changed.”
I never thought about capturing my music before I change, and it changes with me.
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