We stood at the beginning of our church service and the band was playing. Their music filled the church and shook. As the people sang I glanced to my love. She was singing with her heart and swaying to the music. My heart flew happily as I watched her. I ached to hear her voice and only hers. I had to be satisfied with the small bits I could hear. Nothing had ever made me happier than I was in this moment. Watching her spirit fly with Christ as she let the music take over her. Her hands raised as her head shook to the beat. Something about this made me smile. Her eyes met mine then her hand went to her heart. She sang so genuine I could see her passion as she sang.