The Butter to my Bread

Asher was in a school musical this morning.

He played Bread.

And wore a turkey hat.

It was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.  I love these plays.  They’re ten minutes long and the kids are so stinkin cute.  I could not wipe the huge grin off my face, and I may have shed a tear or two when 60 five-year-olds started shouting to the music about turkey and “punkin” pie.

Adorable!

Asher Jay, you are the butter to my bread and the breath to my life!  I love you, Sweet Boy.

My Baby

My baby starts kindergarten tomorrow.

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Yes!  My sweet infant son, who just yesterday looked like this:

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And made sweet baby noises like this:

 

I mean, seriously?

 

When did this kid grow out of clothes that have snaps?!

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When did he lose those cheeks?

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And the rooster hair?

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He’s not old enough to start school tomorrow!

Or, maybe I’m not old enough to have both boys at school.

Either way, I refuse to acknowledge what’s happening in a few short hours.

I certainly didn’t look through old pictures and videos for the past two and a half hours crying and laughing.

I certainly won’t cry as the boys get on the bus tomorrow.

I most certainly will not miss them like crazy all day in my quiet house tomorrow.

 

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hmmm…

 

I’ll let you know how it goes.

 

The Most Beautiful Sound

When I was in labor with Asher, I got an epidural and expected things to move smoothly and painlessly from there, just like it did with Isaac.  Unfortunately, it slowed the whole birthing process down, so they let the pain meds wear off.  I think Isaac was born with Coldplay in the background so the first thing he heard was Chris Martin singing and piano keys playing.  The first thing Asher heard when he was born was probably one loud yell from his mommy…

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When Isaac was placed on my chest, he immediately started peeing in my face. The first thing I said when he was born was something along the lines of: “A little help here?!”  When Asher was placed on my chest, he let out a faint yet beautiful cry.  I remember my first words when he was born: “That’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.”

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I loved my babies with an unconditional love from the moment I first saw their faces. From the moment I first heard their cries, there was not a sweeter sound on this planet.

Then they started telling me they loved me.  Asher would tell me he had a secret and then whisper in my ear, “I love you.”  He still does that often to me.  It’s my favorite secret.  Is there a better sound than hearing those three words?  Don’t get used to hearing those words.  Don’t shrug them off.  When someone tells you they love you, pay attention.  It is a beautiful moment… every time.

This Christmas season has been filled with music.  Asher’s teacher gave him the Michael Bublé Christmas CD and we’ve been listening to it and singing along for weeks now.  Asher sang Silent Night in his preschool performance and played the hand bells to We Wish You a Merry Christmas excellently. Isaac had a performance at school the week before Christmas.  He was proud of himself and I was so proud of him!

One of my favorite moments this Christmas season was taking Isaac caroling with me.  He video taped my 10th grade small group as we sang to a group of retired folks.  He got bored pretty quickly and wanted to go home.  But on the ride there, Isaac and I practiced our Christmas carols.  I gave him a song sheet that he can now read and we sang together songs that have been sung for a hundred years.

Asher has been singing Christmas carols around the house too.  He sings Gloria in Excelsis Deo beautifully and it often merges with Chris Tomlin’s “I Will Follow.”  I think all of the Glooo o o o o os turn into the “oh”s of Tomlin’s song in his head. Whenever the house gets quiet and no one is paying attention, Asher’s been singing Silent Night to the dog.  I’ve caught him on multiple occasions when he didn’t think I was listening.  When he noticed that I was listening, he got louder.

Isaac got to sit in church with us on Christmas Eve and standing next to him, hearing him sing in his distinct small voice (the only time he has ever had a small voice) just melted my heart.  I struggled not to drop everything and pick my big 6 1/2 year old boy up and hold him tight the whole service.

As time goes by and boys grow and favorites change, I think this favorite may stick for a while:

Hearing my boys sing praises to their God.  It’s not perfect, some of the words and notes are wrong, but the heart of it makes it the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.