I stopped folding laundry for a few minutes to stop and listen to Alice practice guitar, and play me her newest strum patterns for a song she's working on. I sat on the edge of my bed, little Annie on my lap and just gazed in amazement at the little girl turned young lady strumming from a foot stool in front of me. My heart swelled with love, and pride and gratitude. Forgotten were the mounds of folded pants and jammies and socks surrounding me on the bed. There was no room to think about dinner dishes still in the sink. Instead I sat soaking in the sounds of Annie giggling, boys wrestling on the bed in the room next to us, footsteps pounding on the hardwood floors upstairs, all the while Alice plucking and strumming to Taylor Swift's "Our Song" that was streaming from the tiny speakers on my computer. It was awesome. It was surreal. It was a tiny moment in time that I want to remember forever. A simple glimpse into the everyday chaos that surrounds me, and how truly blessed I am, how grateful I am to be in the thick of it.
These are the sounds of my song, and you can bet (to steal a line from Miss Swift) "'fore I say Amen, I'll ask God if he can play it again."
My cup runneth over. God is so good.