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Monday, June 1, 2015

Just another day in paradise

The tenor of my days, of my whole life it seems, is a song written with a healthy spattering of sharps and flats.  The sweet chirping and chatter of little voices is the undertone that carries the song from morning into night.  While the bass accents of husband and son keeps the tune from being too high and airy by adding their rumbles to give the whole song the push that sends it into eternity.
Loads of stone taken from the fields may be heavy and seem a daunting task at first until two little boys are added to the load.  Their voices and enthusiasm seem to make everything possible and the job almost seems to do itself.

Tractors and their rumbles remind us that without a healthy rhythm to carry the day along our lives would seem far too flat.

Punctuate it all with little boys and little girls having a good time.

And grandpa's being silly and giving rides and the tune is well rounded and one that will stick in your head and heart long after the silliness goes to bed.

Of course no song would be complete without a little experimentation and what could be better than some spirited little boy pretend and an awesome weapon.

For nap times and prayer times lets add a walk in the wood complete with birdsong and the sighing of the wind in the trees.

Plant all those things in some fertile soil.

And up will sprout healthy little boys

With lots of energy.



1 comment:

Lisa said...

Yes, this looks like paradise to me. :)