The More We Are Alike?

   
    I'm sitting at my table in the coziness of an evening after a prosperous day. Supper is cooking, the candles are lit, the house is tidy, the baby is mostly happy, and the music is playing. I'm listening to a Gaither Homecoming recording. I've just listened to Vestal Goodman singing "This Is What Heaven Means To Me" , and Larnelle Harris' redition of "Amen", and Lynda Randle belting out "God On The Mountain". If Gaither Vocal Band would have "Alpha and Omega" on this recording it couldn't get much better.
     This tells you something about how my music tastes have changed. When I first met Clark we had different tastes. I had no end of comments about his screeching tenors that he liked. Although we did go to a Legacy Five concert that I enjoyed. Someday we need to go to one again for memories sake. Just now I got goosebumps listening to Vestal belt out her song. That tells you how far I've come in my appreciation. I used to endure her singing.
     I've been re-reading old letters and chats from our dating days. Good memories. Funny memories. We look way younger (I'd insert a picture if I had one on this computer). I wonder what other tastes I will develop. Maybe someday I'll like peanut butter pie or something. Wouldn't that be shocking! But the last four and a half years have been good, really good. It's amazing what can happen in that amount of time though! I wonder what's going to happen in the next five years. 
     Anyway, just a few thoughts on a cold winters eve. Or morning now depending how you look at it. Have a good rest of the day.