I've mentioned this before on this blog, but I've noticed it again lately.
I used to sing in the car all the time. Anytime I was alone (because I suck. No really, I should only be allowed to sing alone!) in the car I would sing my heart out. I know the words to almost any song that comes on the radio. If I am mad or nervous it made me feel better. If I was excited, singing made me happy. I just really enjoy it, and I would belt a song that fit my mood.
I realized about six months ago that I don't sing anymore.
I haven't since we lost Brenna.
Lately, I've caught myself singing again. At first it was once in awhile. Now it is all the time. I don't know what this says about me (if anything), but I like to think it means I am moving forward.
I've really missed singing my heart out.