All these stories of you singing.

You know, one or my favourite memories from Cape Town, is being at your house on a Shabbat. We even stayed over a few times – that was in the old days of no eruv…

And what I remember most about those times, is the way your whole house would be filled with the sound of your dad’s singing. Before going to shul he would practise to warm up his voice. He lead the services at shul, and afterwards he would come home singing as he walked through the door. At mealtimes we were always treated to your dad’s wonderful voicce leading the zmirot as well. Your dad sang at our wedding, he sang on chaggim, in fact I think I heard your dad singing more than I heard him talking!

You boys are so blessed to be able to grow up in such a special home. And now, here we are, hearing stories from your parents of how your singing makes their day start with the very right note.

May you be blessed to always have music in your life, and to be able to use that to bring such joy to other people.

Here’s wishing you a GOOD WEEK!

Lots of love,
Jill