Christy knew God had blessed her with some gifts and had lead her always in the most wonderful ways; though it took her awhile to see the joy in every step He took her, in the end she always found herself in the right place. She never questions anything He had done or questioned Him for things. Though if she was willing to be selfish for a moment and ask for something boarding on vain it would be a better singing voice. She loved to sing and had no issue in sharing it, still she knew in her heart it could be better, far better. Years ago in Cuttergap the students would playfully laugh as she joined their sing-a-longs. Christy always telling them it made her happy and they accepted that, still holding in giggles though.
Now she holds her newborn child in her arms. Rocking in the chair her husband had made for them. She thinks of the lullabies that filled her memory and wants to share them all. She finds herself wanting to be perfect for this child, to have the most beautiful voice ever. The baby coos as two eyes blink open slowly, only days old Christy could still sense the love radiating. She didn't need to be blessed with a beautiful singing voice. God had already given her enough blessings.