orchestrate the symphony
of a 3 piece band,
playing you like a fiddle.
Harps of love,
trumpets blast threw my head,
while mama sings the blues
to beautiful days ahead.
to a chaotic world
with your essence
and pure light.
throw cares to the wind,
sing your sweet tune.
Meet me at the mountain top,
where birds sing and brooks babble.
Love marks the spot,
while I rock you in the cradle.
You are a miracle, blessed are we,
May all mamas and babies know love
being wrapped around my little finger,
being played like a fiddle.
I love watching how babies use their senses to learn and navigate the world through touch, taste, site, smell and hearing. Their little hands move all day trying to catch the wind or feel the morning dew. They are so tactile which reminds me to sing and dance, and stay in the present moment where joy awaits us everyday, if we pause and witness the moments that always await us if we stop to notice.
It’s so fun to break out into song around the house everyday right now and I’m savoring the moments.
Have a wonderful day and throw your cares to the wind if just for a moment and take in the music and gifts of the beauty all around you.
Blessings of Love,
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