A lovely moment this evening: Boo and Skibo were sitting singing with a friend of theirs: mangled small children songs, made to fit seasonal lyrics. But the beautiful thing about it was that there were times when Skibo and friend would stray off-key, and I could almost hear Boo's voice pulling them back into tune. She has a lovely voice, and is willing to stick with the tune she needs to hear, and sing firmly enough to pull others back.
Yours, thinking that this is a good trait, and a good metaphor for life,
N.
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