Tomorrow I'm singing again.
This time, I'm singing at the baptism of one of my oldest friends.
"Oldest"-meaning that we have been friends for going on 20 years now.
"Oldest" -meaning that (although I've never actually asked her her age--propriety, you know), I think she's probably around 80 or so.
Yeah, I'm excited.
Actually, to be honest, I'm a little nervous. The song she requested?
O Divine Redeemer.
Have you ever sung O Divine Redeemer?
It's kind of hard. And high. And it hangs out for several measures on notes that are right in the little range where my voice changes from the mid-notes to the high-notes.
Actually, back when I was a voice-lesson taking, every-day singing, yoga-doing, abs made of steel-ing, never-been pregnant(ing?) young maiden, I made the rounds of several Cedar City wards with my roommate, singing a duet of O Divine Redeemer. It was great fun, and I felt confident and thrilled to be doing it.
This time, "apprehensive" is probably a more appropriate word to describe my feelings.
But I am absolutely thrilled to the tips of my toes about the baptism.
So thrilled that when my mother called to tell me about it, I was on cloud nine for the rest of the day.
So thrilled that I couldn't restrain myself from telling everyone who crossed my path about it, even though not a single one of them had ever met my friend or had any idea who I was talking about.
So thrilled that every time I think about it, I can't stop myself from grinning and even giggling a little bit.
That's how thrilled I am.
(To read one of my favorite things that this particular friend (Lee) ever wrote, you can click here.)