The tone-deafness only adds to the charm

Sometimes I look at Savannah and daydream a little. I wonder what she'll be when she grows up. That thought alone is hard to wrap my head around.......grown up. It's impossible to imagine anything past this age right now....she'll always be two, running around, saying, "I miss you!" as she wraps her two little arms around me. Right?

Well. In my dreams, maybe. But eventually, she'll grow and be....what? A teacher? Nurse? Artist? Journalist?

Or maybe a pianist. Or singer.

I come from a very musical family. All of us play at least one instrument, and while none of us can claim to be a professional singer by any stretch of the imagination, we can certainly carry a tune and we all play by ear.

I always assumed that I would marry someone that possessed a similar musical gene.

That is not the case.

We discovered last month, by accident really, that Ricardo is basically tone-deaf. He will admit it, so I'm not saying anything he doesn't know. Sometimes, when we are sitting together in church, he will harmonize perfectly with me. This initially led me to believe that he did indeed have a great ear, and I was excited! We could sing together! And sound decent!

But then his harmony would more often than not trail off into something....else. Something that was not especially harmonious.

So the other day, while we were giving Savannah a bath, he picked up one of her bath toy instruments, and started to play a "song". Mind you, it is a one-note instrument. After he played this one-note song, he asked me if I knew what it was. I hadn't a clue. He was all, You don't know it? I can't believe it! Here, I'll play it again....

I started to get a sneaking suspicion about the tone-deaf theory. So I said, Ok. Can you match this note that I'm going to sing?

And he said, What do you mean by "note"?

I explained it.

He said, They all sound the same to me.

So we tried it. I sang a note, he tried to match it. He always ended up above or below my note, and he said that he couldn't hear the difference.

This was pretty amazing to me....I have never actually known anyone who was tone-deaf. And as someone who plays the piano almost strictly by ear, it's so hard for me to imagine that someone cannot hear the changes in pitch.

So I'm curious to see who Savannah takes after. She sings constantly....ABC's, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, B-I-B-L-E. All day long, over and over. She bursts out in song at the grocery store, the doctors office, wherever and whenever she feels like it. She dances to Ricardo's 80's music, to the Backyardigans theme song, to American Idol. She's not picky. There is no denying that the child likes her music. But it's a little too early to tell whether or not she has a natural ear for it.

I wouldn't change a thing about my hubby. I love standing next to him in church, listening to him sing out whole-heartedly his love and adoration for his Heavenly Father. Who cares if it's a little off-key?

God doesn't, and neither do I.