Sometimes life is just stressful. It's been one of those weeks (for several weeks).
So, I was super happy to talk to my sister today. While talking about the bachelor or something, I heard my niece singing in the background: "we gone light it up like it's rice-o-bice." Apparently my nieces love the song "Dynamite" and mistook the word dynamite for "rice-o-bice."
A few days ago, I was talking to same said sister and asked what she was doing. She said she was outside at her new house sitting in the sun-shine, listening to my 3-year-old niece "sing her life story." What is more lovely and sweet than that?
And guess what? I am going home to see them on Wednesday. Praise heaven. Hallelujah.
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Master of light, my God
Before whom stars tremble
And fall into themselves,
Who glows within each thing
Beyond reach of language
And deeper than silence,
Who passes through the dark
That draws us towards death
And makes it one with you,
Whose light is everywhere
Wherein I stand and see
My shadow disappear.
-Kevin Hart
Before whom stars tremble
And fall into themselves,
Who glows within each thing
Beyond reach of language
And deeper than silence,
Who passes through the dark
That draws us towards death
And makes it one with you,
Whose light is everywhere
Wherein I stand and see
My shadow disappear.
-Kevin Hart
Dear Friends
A drop of golden sun
You went home? Sweet.
ReplyDeleteYour nieces have great taste in music, and they could make a killing in song-parody writing. Think about it.