"Shhh Jack, Momma's singing."
My fingers feel stiff, but the old piano keys still find their place under each fingertip. An old melody threads me through quarter notes and crescendos, metered time and counterpoint.
"HOW are you DOING that?" Jack furrows his brow, his mouth agape.
Jane balances with Lulie in a tiny rocking chair, "I LOVE that singing," she whispers.
I smile. I can't even sing one note on tune. It's all in my fingers.
They call it singing.
How sweet! Just "sing" that baby out soon! :)
ReplyDeleteIt is so obvious how much your kids think the world of you. I love their sweet ways of telling you so.
ReplyDeletePS - The photo of the girls is adorable.
THIS my dear, is truly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBethany I just love reading your little notes. How precious your children are and how blessed to have you as their mommy.
ReplyDeleteLove It!!!!
ReplyDeleteI want to sing like that!
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