Angel Voice

As I age, I learn that I'm becoming "that" women...the one I used to make fun of for crying at everything...tearing up at a Christmas play or sobbing into a hanky while the children's choir sang. Yep, I'm a softy it seems! We went to my sister's for Thanksgiving and she has two kids. Shelby is almost 11 and Joshua just turned 6 a few months back. Anyway, all the Meier's are there, some busy in the kitchen and some hanging out. Shelby is lying across the recliner listening to her prized possession, her ipod. She lets me share, each of us listening with one earbud. She sings sweetly into my ears Taylor Swift and Carrie Underwood. I feel a strange sensation in my throat as I start to tear up. I am overwhelmed at her angelic voice and amazed how children grow so much!

Ah, but alas I do not cry like those women I used to laugh at, but almost. I suck down the frog in my throat as Shelby and I sing Taylor Swift "our song is a slammin' screen door, sneaking out late, tapping on your window, when we're on the phone and you talk real slow, cause it's late and your mama don't know". Ah, this moment is unforgetable and I have found my shalom!