The house was chaos this morning. Dirty dishes overflowed from the sink, dirt was on the floor from yesterday's planting project. One kid was hyper and antagonizing the rest. Everyone was loud.
And then came the piano pounding.
Frank was seated on the bench, and I was poised to reprimand him for making my head hurt more than it already did through the chaos.
But here is the song he sang:
My mom is the best.
She can do anything.
She can even call Jesus on the phone.
With tears in my eyes, may I slow down and receive this great comfort in the craziest phase of my life.
06 April 2016
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