My Singing Angel

I cried today.

The sound of my daughter's voice in song at her Holiday choir concert moved me, enough that I couldn't focus. I'd have liked to celebrate her beauty with a blip of her in song, but I couldn't pull it all together. It was enough to take my Nikon and record the videos. I hugged her extra long tonight.. I hope God takes those parents with lost children into His loving arms. I can't fathom their pain, if it hurts me too much to even turn on the radio, and I tear up too much to compose a photo.

My blip doesn't have Sarah in it. I was playing, trying to ward off the hurtful visions of the rabid media from this weekend. There's some kind of metaphor in my photo, but words escape me. God Bless.