I know I still have a long way to go, but instead of worrying about it tonight, I dug my little massage therapist fingers into my throat muscles (it’s more fun than it sounds), and laughed at myself as I tried to hit the high notes and failed miserably. But those missed high notes gave me hope that this little mezzo soprano might be nailing the high notes sometime in the near future. And after everything that I’ve been through in the past few years, that’s a freaking Christmas miracle.