Friday night was the homecoming game at my high school alma mater. For the past few years, I've gone to the game and met up with friends I don't get to see very often. I was excited about going this year, but when the time came that just wasn't going to happen. In the best interest of several children I needed to stay home while Kev and Rock went to the game.
Initially, I was here at the computer sulking and the children were scattered about reading or playing quietly. Jerald, Aaron and Parker eventually made their way to my bed and were rough housing a bit.
That's when things changed.
What had been a evening of sulking, quickly changed to one of those moments when all seems right in the world.
When a little moment suddenly becomes a big moment and you realize yet again that you are blessed beyond anything you could ever ask or imagine.
Jerald began singing lullabies, silly songs and hymns to the little boys. For nearly an hour they enjoyed each other, basking in brotherly love.
They sang together, a miracle in itself because Aaron rarely sings along.
The little boys listened while their biggest brother sang to them.
Jerald endured the little boys singing to him for a boisterous version of Joy the World.
Every song, every moment a sweet sound to my ears. A blessing to my heart. My cup runneth over.
Eventually Aaron hit total saturation and ran from the room, hands over his ears, but not before I captured a bit on video. The video quality stinks, but to me, these are worth far more than any music video you'll ever see on TV.
A lazy Friday night, cherished memories forever.
An evening of fun for three brothers. A moment of renewed hope for their mama.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
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