"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.
6 comments:
How sweet! Just "sing" that baby out soon! :)
THIS my dear, is truly beautiful.
It is so obvious how much your kids think the world of you. I love their sweet ways of telling you so.
PS - The photo of the girls is adorable.
Bethany I just love reading your little notes. How precious your children are and how blessed to have you as their mommy.
Love It!!!!
I want to sing like that!
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