What a great day. One that helps me to envision what the next ten years may feel like (knock on wood our kids still like us for ten years). We went to our first Broadway musical as a family. It was a big kid thing, with Matthew turning five in a few weeks.
My loves got all dressed up, and we took off for an outing as a family date. An awesome show, great company, and a day to reflect on how lucky that I am. The most memorable part of the day was Matthew on my lap at the theater, clapping in earnest, yelling “Bravo” at the end of the first act.
Art through the eyes of a child. He was in awe of the performance, and in reflection, I am in awe of him. Sometimes you forget how amazing the things are that you get to live, until you see them through the eyes of a child.
Tonight while putting Katharine to bed she wanted to listen to music. My phone was in my pocket and I decided this would be a nice relaxing way to spend the next ten minutes despite my dread for “Let It Go”, “Do You Want to be a Snowman” and other Frozen songs I was certain she would select. Jon is gone traveling and after a long day, even these tunes provide a welcome quiet moment while snuggling one of my favorite little people.
I turned my phone over to her and let her navigate through the music selection to pick what she wants. These little four-year old fingers are amazingly agile at navigating through the iPhone music selection so I drifted into thought of my day and what else I still needed to do tonight before I could retire to bed myself. Before I knew it, Little Miss Magic by Jimmy Buffett was playing and Katharine snuggled up tight to sing.
Momentarily, I forgot everything but the journey I have been on with this precious little one. How her 4 1/2 years of life have helped me to realize how important things like the warm breeze on my not so gentle skin are things not to take for granted. Katharine kept singing through the whole song, to my amazement, and as the song closed let me know that she picked it because she is daddy’s “Little Miss Magic” and that she knows while he is on his trip that he is thinking of her.
A moment I won’t forget. Goodnight, Little Miss Magic.