On the drive home from Charlotte, I woke up a few times to David's singing. I opened my eyes toward the trees; passing in quick succession, illuminated by hazy moonlight. I didn't dare turn to him; afraid that I would spoil the moment. Usually, he pitches a ridiculous sounding voice in an attempt to mimic the artist (Nicki Minaj is my current favorite voice). I laugh. He laughs. And he continues his silly singing. It's rare that I hear him belt out the words to my favorite oldies in his actual voice. And when I do, I get goosebumps. It's magical, lyrical, beautiful (this feels familiar...).
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