It’s an icy day in
Raleigh, NC. The grandkids are here
because school is canceled. Two TV’s are
on different channels, but nobody is watching either one. One kid is playing
store, one kid is making a ten and the other one is not playing at all. So far I have fixed cereal, drinks, soup,
noodles, ice cream—and now they want lunch.
The kid who was not playing at all is now jumping off the back of the
couch.
1:35 PM
We have assembled all the
pots and pans and wooden spoons for our band.
I’m the maestro. I’m teaching
them rhythm and they are teaching me how to make a joyful noise.
8:15 PM
The drums are quiet except for the sounds they
left in these walls. Those sounds live
alongside all the baby talk, temper tantrums, lullabies and silly games we have
planted there.
Love lives forever.
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