Music to my ears is listening to Peyton tell me about her day
and tell me she made this picture for me.
It's picking up the phone to hear her say,
"Grandma, are you buying your house?"
She had remembered my reaction when she and I drove by the Victorian home
and I squealed in delight at the for sale sign.
It was she who waited patiently while I called the realtor to set up a viewing time.
And it was she who remembered to call the evening after the viewing
to ask me about my dream home.
Music to my ears is hearing Aaron jabber and sing in the car.
Also it's aswering the phone to hear him chattering to me.
Music to my ears is the laughter of my daughter holding one of the children
she always dreamed of having
and the laughter of that little girl in her arms.
Music to my ears is the joy erupting in laughter from my grandkids.
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