Guttural humming of an indecipherable, random tune that accompanies Cuddlebug's every move.
Dumpling reciting her favorite movie line every time she puts on one shoe, and before she pulls on the second, "Oh David! I lost my heel; look at me walk!" (Guess that movie, if you can. Hint: Katherine Hepburn delivered it.)
Daughters doing chores and singing along with the measures they remember of my latest rehearsal project, Mendelssohn's "Lift Thine Eyes."
The sound of Fifi "raising the bar" by an octave--and my vocal chords hurt just hearing it.
"Row, Row, Row Your Boat" played just as fast as Cuddlebug's little curved fingers will let her.
Loud, uninhibited 'neighing' from Dumpling as she
The mechanical whine of Cuddlebug's jeep as she drives it around the yard.
An impressive Irish accent employed by Fifi to express her every thought, answer, and explanation.
Little voices chanting, "Ready? Set? Go!"
Cackled giggles over an arched-back cat chasing children with its sideways gait.
Lots of claws scrambling over hard wood floors as the cat and the beagle play chase and wrestle.
The rhythmic sound of the kitten's suckling a piece of batting he has worked out of the dog bed.
The sound of bedsprings overhead where there should be water running to brush baby teeth.
The calming rumble of the clothes washer and dish washer doing their work.
The small squeaking sound of Cuddlebug sucking her thumb, and the too often exasperated sound of my voice telling her to stop it.
The delightful harmonies of Bud & Travis singing Mexican ballads and folk songs on Husband's Tivoli radio.
The breathtaking counterpoint compositions of Baroque era composers.
The words of Jeremiah spoken to me from the cd player while I fold and iron clothes a few evenings a week.
Husband's deep, friendly voice reading God's Word to us in the evening.
The sweet sound of a child's voice speaking up to share what the Scripture has inspired her recognize or remember.
The still small voice that speaks life into my soul whenever I can find a quiet corner in which to be still and quiet and prayerful.
4 comments:
Some of your soundtrack sounds like mine, some of course does not. But it is amazing to think of what we are hearing---I may have to make a list like this for me to put in the girls memory books. Have a blessed day!
sounds like a soundtrack worth listening to over and over again :)
Really? An Irish accent is hard! This, coming from one with 7 years of school drama and training in Brittish accents. I just never could get the Irish one--even though it's my heritage!!!
And you must be an auditory learner. You have to be. Me? My post would be "what I saw today."
I can almost hear it. You paint a wonderful picture with words. :)
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