My kitchen, whose scratched and dented wood floors still reflect the light from my oversized windows.
The way my Jenny giggles when she sees me, and sometimes waddles over to me to plop down in my lap.
Feeling sunshine on my cheeks as Alex and I walked by the lakeshore yesterday afternoon
The way that my children are learning to hold the melody, letting me soar above and below them with a harmony line--or they way they’re learning to do it themselves.
Playing the piano for Alex’s choir, and watching their amazing teacher singlehandedly lead 90 children into making music
The way Katherine thumps up the stairs every day after school--surprising me every time--because she’s old enough to walk home by herself. She’s also old enough to manage her homework!
The molten chocolate lava cake recipe my husband has been perfecting over the last three weeks, with lots of test trials
The baby gift from a former ward member of a purple fuzzy blanky has become my baby’s number one calming device and feel-good drug (when combined with thumb sucking)
The melodic strains of “Count your many blessings” that floated up from the basement yesterday when Rebecca sat down to pound out melodies at the organ--all in bass range, because she was experimenting with the pedals
The times when disagreements with my husband bring us closer together (and, lest you think I am betraying marital confidence, you would also have MANY disagreements if YOU had to choose bathroom fixtures)
The conference talks I download at random, which--whether they be from two weeks ago or twenty years--always seem to hit the mark
The peace and fellowship I experience each Sunday at church, leading a stressful hectic morning to a meditative noon release
For the gospel, and the foundation it provides
(This list was compiled from a recent talk I gave at church.)
