September 30

If you listen closely, there's always music in the air.

As is his custom, Brady collected sticks as we walked to the school to retrieve Isaac from kindergarten this morning.

After he'd dropped all but two of his treasures, he rubbed the smaller stick against the larger one, looked up at me and announced that he was playing music. I smiled and asked if he was playing his violin. After pausing to consider my query, he replied 'yes, I'm playin' my bi-o-lynn'.

Of course, there was no actual music. But there was music in his intent and music in his eyes. And they alone composed the sweetest symphony of them all.

Simple wonder is wonder-ful, especially to God.