Last night, I finished editing the last number that needed to be edited. I went back to watch this one number (you’ll see) just to make sure everything looked good.
I don’t know exactly what started it, but I began to cry. Like UGLY cry.

Not because the stress had worn me down, not as a culmination of all the hard work (there’s still plenty left to do).
I cried because, during all of this, we’re still singing. We’re singing loud and we’re singing together. Loud enough for my mom to hear us.

I know she does. And I can’t think of a better reason to sing.
I’m so thankful for each and every one of my friends for taking part in this. Some of them knew my mom, some didn’t, but making this thing, it’s like I’m being wrapped in a blanket of the most love I can imagine.

I hope you can feel some of that love on Sunday, too. Every single one of us (that’s almost one hundred people who made this thing possible) is reaching our arms out to you. Let’s celebrate.