Listening In

 



 

Sitting at the kitchen table clipping coupons, I could hear my children in the other rooms. . .

One riding on a toy horse, pretending she's a character from a movie, laughing and singing. . .

The other two at the computer, sister showing brother how to do a little art work, having their own conversation. . .

So sweet and carefree; so I listen in as long as I can. . .

Their voices, their laughter, their words, the love they share. . .

. . . I am grateful.