Sometimes I have friends that come visit me there.
Somtimes I have a few little ones to play "I Spy" with me, too.
And sometimes, those little ones and I change it up a bit.
On one of these particular occasions, we played "I Hear" instead. We enjoyed picking out the different birds, katydids, lawnmowers, dogs, and sprinklers. There were even some odd sounds we never identified.
This post is dedicated to the many wonderful sounds I hear and have in my life.
The sound of laughter as I wrestle Savannah into bed, then chase her back into it once she manages to escape.
The sound of my Elias and his very loud voice shouting anything from his excitement of dinner or enthusiasm for his lego creation to his prayers before bedtime. He's a child with no end to engery, I believe!
The sound of bodies rolling on the floor while playing "Monster"
The sound of pattering feet and small voices calling my name before they embrace my lower legs in a hug whenever I need go out in my car. Then the pattering follows me out to my car for another hug, the door shuts with help from little hands, and then the grunt of Elias s he helps me get my car out of the garage while it's in drive. ;)
The sound of a chorus of coughs. Though they are not healthy, I sure am glad they're still here.
The sound of heavy panting and feet thudding on the pavement-laughter often included;
The sound of the wind as it sings while you pass it;
The sound of friends.
The sound of little Denver's excitement as he approaches then shys away from the glass door as the rain pours in sheets outside. His cries of pleasure and screams of delight while his siblings tease him about the storm.
The sound of instruction in a dedicated building.
The sound of little fingers squeaking down my mirror while the owner looks admiringly back at his reflection. The only way to describe that face is CHEEKY! :)
The sound of waffles sizzling in the iron as my amazing brother (Ty) gets up at 7am to make breakfast for his family. How I love that kid!
The sound of the Windex bottle being squeezed way too many times for a healthy bathroom mirror, then the chatter and smiles as the three youngest help me scrub. Yes, it wasn't the best job in the eyes of a professional, but it sure was the funnest time I've ever had cleaning the bathroom! (Try is sometime-I promise you're hands will be full, but your heart can't help but be light!)
The sound of ripping...The dreaded Toilet Paper Shredder. He (Denver) comes when you are not present and confettii abounds!!
The sound of my little sister's prayers.
The sound of a friend playing the electric guitar while I play the piano late at night after rice krispies. Elizabeth, you're amazing!
Ooh, there's too many to list them all!
But how thankful I am that, like blessings, sounds abound all day.
Honestly, what would I do without my ears?
