Tonight I get to hear a new song.
One scribbled in inspired hurry Sunday night as the man of God spoke.
It is a beautiful ballad, and I am blessed.
"This one is begging for a soaring bridge hun," I call over my shoulder.
He agrees, and plays on.
What could have been so important in our week that I had to wait until Thursday to hear this?
Maybe one day you'll hear it too. I hope so.
And yes. Aron's birthday banner still hangs happily over our table.
I can't bring myself to take it down. It feels like sunshine and seems to me a giant smile greeting us every time we walk in the door.
It is now Friday. And I will be getting up for work in five hours. So without further ado, I will close this post most unpoetically and quite abruptly.