Valentine’s Day 2014 {Spin Cycle}

Next to my bed, there is a green construction paper box, loosely taped together by my daughters. This past week, they have been getting up at the crack of dawn, waving flashlights around my dark bedroom (and in my face) and placing homemade Valentines into my box.

Lily and Emmy get so excited about Valentine’s Day. I always loved Valentine’s Day when I was little, too. Passing out Valentines to all my classmates and getting them in return was so much fun. The cards would be simple, with maybe a piece of chocolate or a stick of gum taped on to the envelope.

One year, when I was about 9 or 10 years old, I missed the Valentine’s Day party at school. I was so miserable. I had itchy spots all over and had to take oatmeal baths. A classmate had given me chicken pox. My grandparents made sure I still had a Valentine that year. They sent me a big red plastic heart filled with M&M’s. I remember sneaking some of those little bits of deliciousness when my mom was doing laundry.

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I still love getting chocolate on Valentine’s Day, but I don’t really need the chocolate. What I want is a nice dinner out with just Ed and me. Since my birthday is at the beginning of February, we went out for a steak dinner last weekend for my birthday and Valentine’s Day. It was a very fancy restaurant called Fleming’s, a once-a-year-or-maybe-even-less type of restaurant. I knew when the wait staff offered me a black napkin that I was out of my league. I’ve never been offered a black napkin before. Why a black napkin? I was wearing black pants and a white napkin would leave unsightly lint on my black attire.

When the waitress offered me a dessert wine for twenty-four dollars a glass, Ed jokingly told me I’d better not order it. I did splurge with my dinner order, however. After all, a good steak was the reason we were there. I had a center cut porcini rubbed filet Mignon with grilled high country asparagus spears and gorgonzola cream sauce. Ed splurged on a filet topped with Alaskan King Crab. We did end the meal with chocolate…chocolate lava cake!

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Instead of a romantic night out tonight, Ed and I will snuggle on the couch with our two little Valentines, eating pizza and watching a movie. The girls will probably have sneaked too many chocolate candies and will go to bed with sugary dreams.

I may just sneak a couple of chocolates myself.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Game Plan {Spin Cycle}

When I was about 5 years old, my mom would drive my sister and me 35 miles to Champaign-Urbana to see Frances. Frances was my mom’s voice teacher. Supplied with crayons and coloring books, my sister and I would sit under the grand piano while my mom sang and talked with her teacher. It wasn’t long, however, before two more babies came into our family, and Mom’s voice lessons were put on hold.

Even though Mom didn’t take voice lessons any more, she sang constantly. She sang to us, her children. She sang solos in church, at weddings and funerals. As the pastor’s family, we were also always singing. We would accompany our Dad to various nursing homes, and our family would sing hymns at the small chapel services or at someone’s bedside.

Once the four of us kids grew up, Mom went back to voice lessons. This time, she took the train downtown Chicago to study with a voice teacher. As she was practicing, Mom would tell me what her teacher told her to improve her singing, and I would tag along with her to various choir auditions and recitals for moral support.

I went to see her in concerts and even an opera, where she sang in the chorus. I talked on and off with Mom about taking voice lessons of my own. She coached me, and encouraged me to find a teacher, but I procrastinated. I was busy with work. I was going to school for my graduate degree. Then I got sick. Mono one summer, and cancer the next. Down the road a piece, I got married and had babies. There was no time for me to go to voice lessons, but I secretly made a game plan. I would go to voice lessons when my life was less crazy.

A couple of weeks ago, my church choir director announced that two members of our choir were starting a music studio and were teaching voice lessons. I sing constantly; I sing every morning to my preschool class, I sing in the summer when I’m leading Vacation Bible School, and I sing to Emmy at bedtime. I decided that now, when I only have a part time job and both girls are in school, would be the perfect time to take voice lessons. How could I pass up this opportunity?

I had my first voice lesson last night. I like the teacher, I have already learned some new things and am relearning some things I had forgotten. And I have two songs to sing! One in English and one in German!

My goal is not to become a soloist. I want to learn better techniques; how to breathe correctly, how to have a more even tone, even to increase my range with practice. These things will help me with my every day singing.

The voice lesson game plan is coming together!

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