As I was working in the kitchen I thought about all the different activities going on in our home right then. I wanted to capture the real life moments; the living of life going on around me. Here a few of our sights and sounds…
prepping veggies to be stored in mason jars for the Daniel Fast
working out guitar sounds for the new worship songs he and Greg wrote
new strings on his acoustic bass
staining the frame he built for a friend’s painting, in the living room, because the garage was too cold
and, there always has to be a dreamer…
What sights and sounds are filling your home today?
One ought, everyday at least,
to hear a little song,
read a good poem,
see a fine picture,
and if it were possible,
to speak a few reasonable words – Goethe
I am married to a man who has made this the backbone of our home… It feeds my artistic, creative heart and I love him for it!
My husband said this to me last Saturday while we were sitting on our garden wall listening to these people…
The Traveling Troubadours
with about 200 of our friends and neighbors…
eating hamburgers and hotdogs…
and letting the kids play…
Life is good!
When people want to have a special night out, one of the things they look for is Live Music -
-ooh let’s go there, that band is supposed to be great
-it was so romantic, there was this guitar player…
-how fun, we could dance all night to that combo
live music is really special
my home is filled with live music on a daily basis – that makes my home very special to me
I grew up in a house filled with music. My dad turned his radio on first thing in the morning and started singing in that deep bass voice way before my eyes ever opened. Most of my growing up years my headboard was against the shared wall of my folks bathroom – guess what served as my alarm clock? You got it, my dad singing and tapping out a rhythm on the wall. If I didn’t tap back, he repeated it with a little more fervor until I answered. We continued this ritual until my sister left for college and I moved down the hall to the “big” room. I kind of took this for granted until I had kids of my own. I wanted them to have great memories of a home filled with music. Our kids often wake up to the sound of me singing silly “good morning” songs – rise and shine and give God the glory… etc. On more fortunate occasions they wake to the sound of Greg playing the piano. They find their way into the living room and either grab an instrument and join in or sing along – sometimes they lay down and fall back to sleep. I hope these musical moments turn into sweet memories for them.
A real joy for me is hearing music through out the day. I have music to cook by, music to clean by, music to do laundry by, music to do math by…wait a minute, “focus on math, stop writing that song!” Yes, those words are not that uncommon. Parenting musically gifted kids is a unique blessing and challenge. I never dreamed my home would be filled with so much music…live music. I am thankful for the joy and sounds I grew up with and that the passion is being passed on to the next generation with even a greater intensity.