We've lost something along the way. Fred is stressed about his job; I'm stressed about mine. There is never enough time to get everything done. The girls are always busy with their school work, and since they work independently a good part of the time, we all go our separate ways. We don't play Wizard anymore and we don't have movie night and eat popcorn together.
The other night I was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. The girls were in their rooms and Fred was on the couch watching TV. Then I heard it--these pure, beautiful voices singing Amazing Grace. I dried my hands and went to see who it was. Celtic Thunder! Our old favorite group! Forget the dishes. I sat down with Fred. It was a PBS fundraising special, but the featured performers were Celtic Thunder doing a Christmas program. We called the girls and they ran in when they heard the music. Then there we were, all four of us cuddled together, enjoying the singing just like we used to do. This was such a gift. We've missed these times. We can't let them go by the wayside again. In fact, in another hour we're going to pile on the quilts on this cold night and watch the old Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer cartoon once again--all together.
Now stop and listen to the video I found on youtube. You will be blessed.