How could I forget the first time I heard Emma Branson sing? She was only a few hours old. I was visiting her and her mom and dad in the hospital. Emma had just come from the nursery to visit her parents in her mom's room. Scotty was Minister of Music where I was pastor and one of the best soloists anywhere, ever. Christy, the new mom, was holding her baby and telling her how special, loved, and beautiful she was. Scotty and Christy are like our own children. At the time Sammie and I were yet to become Nahnnee and Papa. Then it happened. As Christy made over her newborn, Emma started singing. None of us understood the words, but it was not just cooing. It was singing. It was musical. Not just sounds but music. She got it from her daddy, but I promise you she was singing.

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