When I was a very young child – 3 or so – I would stand in front of my father’s speakers (big, boxy speakers) in the living room of our home in Knoxville Iowa. He would crank up the volume to the Edwin Hawkins Singers, specifically on the song, “Oh Happy Day” and I would get up close to the speaker while my sternum vibrated from the bass, and dance.
While I was getting ready this morning, I broke into song, that song, and while I lacked a choir behind me, I felt the song swell in my heart as I experienced a wonderful rich moment of connection to my father, on this day he would have loved to live to see. My tears have many sentiments today, but the overwhelming one is joy.
And I couldn’t help but obamacize my photo. :) It’s been a long 8 years and I deserve one day of dancing while my sternum vibrates.
sing it, sister! Oh happy day, indeed!
I had to crack up at the title of “O Happy Day” but your expression almost looks like you’re growling like a tiger :)
I need a drink!
Thanks for another brilliant moment in a day full of them! O happy day!
Oh yes… oh happy happy day!
The two red spots in your glasses make you look a little demonic :P