When your kids sing, it makes all the hard stuff worthwhile.
AB wandering around the house, singing a bittersweet, evocative song to the “friends” she’s carrying with her.
And E heartily singing at the breakfast table: “Oh, tidings are covered in joy, covered in joy!”
I just melt.
He sang this refrain yesterday in he car, too, and asked me, “Mummy, are you covered in joy?” I told him there were definitely times when I am. Like that moment.
(I’m afraid I don’t have photos of this, since you have to just love the moment and a pic wouldn’t do it justice anyway… so I’m cheating on the photo-every-day thing. I’ll see what I can do about a singing montage sometime soon, to make up for it.)
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