grace

it's funny how memories catch up with you.  there was an impromptu art session going on at the kitchen table.  i rushed around with dinner.  life was stomping along at an even cadence.  we were halted by the first few notes.  her notes. they picked up in our minds.

hallelujah.  we were quiet.  the boys said, this is what grace sings.

we remembered that night cozied up in front of the fireplace at the cabin. my children, everyone, sat entranced.  she owned the room.  her notes soaring to the rafters.  babies asleep all around us.  family close.  it was in those moments her magic wove a spell upon our hearts. 

chasing her in their memories.  they found grace hidden amongst the notes.  she, the pied piper of my little boys.  singing hallelujah.