Snuggling with my toddler Sarah, I try to close my eyes but keep peeking so I can catch glimpses of her bundled up in her cozy bed, chubby little hand set on my shoulder. We lay, face to face and keep peaking at one another. A motherhood love story to be relished in my heart forever! I try to keep a straight face so that this quiet moment will soon turn to slumber for her.
We listen to her nighty night CD player where we have an instrumental Winterlude from a Starbucks CD that a colleague gave me many Christmas moons ago. The song we are listening to at this particular time is from Johann Sebastian Bach. I know that from
She whispers in a sing songy voice, "God made dat."
Responding in a mommy whisper, "God made what, honey?"
And, like a straight A student, eager, as if she'd been waiting forever to tell me this, she promptly held her head up got about one inch from my nose and says, "God made dat song. And God will wake up da sun and we can have cereal." Then, head turned away and
And sure enough, several hours later, God certainly woke up the sun, Sarah ate three bowls of Wheaties, and, I would agree with her that God also made the classic glorious music that enchants our souls, delights our senses and transports our imaginations to a place more pleasant than the present moment each time we listen. Although, in that precious moment on that December evening, I wished it would have lingered eternally!