I should be sharing all the Thanksgiving and Christmas things with you right now.
My house is literally bursting at the seams with ornaments and fur ribbon and lights and bows.
That’s what this post should be about.
But spoiler alert…
Instead of sharing Christmas?
I’m sharing my heart.
This past weekend I attended a Stephen Curtis Chapman concert. It was uplifting and incredible and danceable and amazing and all the things you ever hope a concert will be. I laughed and danced and held my husband’s hand and clapped and twirled and then?
I sat there in the middle of the dark room and sobbed. Not a little sobbing. Not a few tears. Not a cute, Hallmark movie cry. An overwhelming, yucky, mascara-running down my face kind of cry. They are actually starting again right now. Right here as I type these words to you.
All because of a song.
And so, my wonderful friend, on this cloudy, cold and crying Monday morning, I wanted to share a story that I had forgotten about. A story tucked away into the attic of this blog. A story for all the minutes that have gone before and all the minutes that are yet to come.
I had to share it again.
My heart told me to.
The other day….
….I almost had a bad day.
I was this close.
I had flat-ironed my hair in the wrong direction and someone knocked the giant chalkboard off the wall and it broke and then the sprayer nozzle on the sink fell apart and an entire colony of ladybugs scaled the dining room ceiling.
Everywhere I went I opened my mouth…..
….and inserted my foot.
I wanted to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my randomly flat-ironed hair…..
…..and start the entire day over.
And so it was that at the end of the day I stood in the laundry room folding towels.
Looking at my half-empty-glass-of-a-day with a furrowed brow and a disgruntled heart.
And as I added the last towel to the stack, I heard a noise in the back of the house.
They were singing.
Didn’t they know I had a bad day? Didn’t they know they should have been in bed? Didn’t they know that I DIDN’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS.
I promptly marched down the hallway with an attitude and a load of towels and an immediate cease-and-desist order.
But when I reached the doorway, suddenly, I paused.
I stood still as the music danced around me. There sat my husband playing the guitar and strumming and singing to two little golden-haired twins perched at his feet and staring up at him with bright blue eyes full of wonder.
Never missing a note.
The music was tender and sweet and the heart of the song and this father poured over my soul.
Softly and quietly he sang these lyrics by Steven Curtis Chapman….
She spins and she sways to whatever song plays
Without a care in the world
And I’m sitting here wearing the weight of the world on my shoulders
It’s been a long day and there’s still work to do
She’s pulling at me saying “Dad I need you
There’s a ball at the castle and I’ve been invited
and I need to practice my dancing…..
Oh please Daddy, please
So I’ll dance with….Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
‘Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh, I will dance with….Cinderella
I don’t want to miss even one song
‘Cause all too soon….the clock will strike midnight….
…..and she’ll be gone.
I didn’t go into the room.
My eyes were filled with tears…..
….and my heart was overflowing with thankfulness.
Thankful that I had hair to flat-iron.
Thankful that there was water and a sink and a faucet and a sprayer and a kitchen and a house full of singing.
Thankful that the ladybugs only scale the dining room ceiling once a year.
And thankful beyond measure that two tiny princesses know what it is like…..
….to be treated like a queen.
PS Someone wise once told me not to blink because I might miss a minute.
I am keeping my eyes wide open.
PSS We will resume Christmas and Thanksgiving tomorrow. 🙂