Sweet 16, and all grown up…
Today we had less fighting, so that kind of does feel like growing up!
I cleaned corners on countertops I’d forgotten existed. We watched the neighbors continue to groom our yard. We read. We watched TV. We changed the world.
Okay, we didn’t really change the world. But we did watch Elton John’s living room concert. I was bummed he didn’t really sing, so thankfully YouTube has a plethora of videos.
After the concert, we sang together in the living room in our own home. And by sang together, I mean Ben chose the songs. Oldest child listened along. Youngest child complained of boredom. And me? Oh, you better believe I belted it out along with Elton, Freddie, David, Simon and Garfunkel, and the Fab Four.
I forget how powerful a good song can be.
Last night, as my husband got ready for work (he’s essential but part time right now), he turned on Phantom of the Opera.
I think the survivability odds of this isolation period dramatically increase with more music, so moving forward, we will be playing music every day.
Will I cry a lot?
Yes.
Yes, I will.
I am so powerfully moved by music that even the most basic songs come out with tears. I sing along until I choke up and my voice cracks.
I’m not sure if it’s the emotion of the music, the world around me, or that I’m just far too sensitive, but I do know that music which makes me cry leaves me also feeling cleansed and refreshed.
Plus, when I cry, the kids give me lots of hugs. That’s pretty cool.
Corona Can't Keep Me Down 