Tuesday Tell All: Sound

I had an idea for a post for months and yet it sat as a work in progress in my post section since the day I thought of it. It was to be titled: Music to My Ears. One day it occurred to me that so many things I hear bring me happiness, like added bits of joy to my soul every day. Just the sound of some items bring true pleasure. So I happily complete this unpublished item today under the TTA topic of my favorite things to hear.

The ear piercing shrill cry of my newborn baby.

The gentle phrase 'I love you' from someone I too care for.

The garage door rising telling me Rich made it safely home.

Perfect silence after a long and busy day. The peaceful stillness lets me know my children are safe and fast asleep.

The sound of a lawn mower on an early summer morning.

The tweets of baby birds in spring.

The call of a Cardinal sitting on my fence.

The melody of a Meadowlark that would sing as my mom and I ran at sunrise.

The hum of my dish washer sounding my kitchen is tidy and the sink is empty.

The whirl of my dryer proving that while the laundry basket is still full, I did make a dent in it that day.

Laughter from my children.

The word 'Mom' uttered from their lips.

A warm hello from a friend.

A happy voice of a grandmother on the telephone line.

My Dad calling me Cher.

My mom giving me advice.

Rich's mom saying it's "Me Mom".

Hearing Rich and his dad talk about golf, work and life.

The crackle of a fire as you roast hot dog and marshmallows.

The crack of a baseball bat.

The swoosh of a basketball grazing the net.

The Cicadas humming in the backyard.

The pop, pop, pop of popcorn bursting in my microwave.

The lull of the ocean waves.

The roar of a waterfall.

The one lone phone ring from my dad at night during the final months of his residency telling us good night without ever speaking the words.

The whoosh of my vacuum cleaning my floor.

Christmas music on the radio the day after Thanksgiving.

The iPod blasting happy tunes in the van while the boys sing along in the back seat.

The crack of lighting and rain pelting the windows and knowing we are all dry and safe inside.

The phrase "Hurry back. Don't forget to bring your death certificate. We are DYING to have you," echo up the moving walk way as you exit the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland.

My brother Kurt playing the piano.

My brothers singing together.

Rich's mom and Jenny on their violins, Julianne playing the harp and Heather singing a song.

Brynn and Kaitlyn calling each other 'Josh'.

My Grandma Nance's clock chime in her family room.

Music: The Mama's and the Papas, Sting, Indigo Girls, Jim Brickman, Jim Croce, Simon and Garfunkel, John Mayer, The Beatles, Sheryl Crow, Steve Miller Band, The Dixie Chicks, Roger Whittaker and many other artists.

My kids saying please and thank you with out being reminded.

Rich bearing his testimony.

My children retelling scripture stories from memory.

My children praying.