Ezra, Ella Rae, and I sat quietly at the table eating lunch.
"Do you know Hallelujah?" said Ella, looking at me.
Ezra and I looked at each other a bit stumped.
My mind raced through what she might mean...surely she couldn't be thinking of the Jeff Buckley remake. She's THREE...
I started to sing.
Well I've heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
but you don't really care for music do ya?
And it goes like this, the 4th, the 5th
the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
hallelujah, hallelujah
Ella's eyes were smiling. "That's it!"
We cleared the table and washed our hands. As Ella walked away to find some new adventure, she hummed a little chorus under her breath...and I hummed along.
Hallelujah...
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One of my greatest fears is that I will, little by little, begin to forget the series of seemingly insignificant events of my boys' early years. Perhaps I fear this because I know that these years are THE most formative. On second thought, it's not so much that I fear forgetting but I fear that there will come a day when I do not know my own children. Perhaps my hope is that if I pay attention now...I will know them better then, and in turn, they will know me.
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