Monday, November 5, 2007
Music to my ears
Last night the downstairs baby monitor was on while my husband was getting our three year old ready for bed. I stopped cleaning the kitchen to listen. It wasn't so much what they were saying as it was the sound of their voices: the deep voice of my husband's intermingled with the sweet voice of my toddler's. I wanted to bottle that moment.
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Oh my gosh, I know! Watching and listening to my husband and my son together is one of life's greatest joys.
What I love is how teeny tiny the voices of my kids sound on the other end of the phone ..when I am out shopping or something and call home to ask my hubby something mundane like "Do we need butter?"
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