There’s something heartwarming about watching my husband make music with his brothers. Two nights ago they found the time after family dinner to practice a song for the Christmas concert in church. It’s not just the music, it’s also watching 3 men huddled over their guitars singing handsomely in harmony. They cannot read music, but they can certainly feel it. It’s a treat catching them ‘backstage’ like that. Especially since I love music but cannot play for nuts. My favourite though is still lying down in bed and hearing Graham play nursery rhymes or hymns of my choice.