Hallelujah

Every Easter, the choir at my church sings a resounding version of Handel's Messiah. Apparently they used to let "laypeople" up into the choir loft to sing along, and my wannabe soprano mother would go every year. Now the choir is so large they sit up front, so obviously no one else joins them. Except my mother. Granted, she didn't get out of her seat and go to the front. But she sang along, and sang her little heart out. Mind you, no one else was singing. I sort of looked down and shuffled a few feet away from her. But she had a grand old time and is already prepping for next year. Lord help us (literally).