the overflow

For her birthday Mosely wanted to have two friends over to spend the night.

The next day the girls played all day without arguments or fussing. They graciously included younger siblings in all their games.

Together they cycled through playing with the new paper dolls to playing house to pretending to be kings and queens to Legos to playing school to stuffed animals to the little critters that live in their doll house.

I was downstairs baking cookies when I thought I heard singing.

Stopping at the foot of the stairs so I wouldn’t disturb the moment, I recorded a bit of what I heard.

It’s quiet, but it’s the sound of Christmas carols.

It’s the sound of simplicity.

The sound of friendship and innocent youth.

Kevin returned from a meeting just as I pressed record. I silently motioned to him and we stood in the hall, eyes wet.

Perhaps I’m not describing it clearly.

But what we heard was an exuberant abundance of riches.