WOW!

I love music. I love music with a message. Every childhood memory I have, seems to have a song attached to it, whenever there was a choice between music; and ANYTHING else when I was a teenager, music won HANDS DOWN. I love how I can be instantly transported to a specific place in time through it.

I was at the cannery on Tuesday, and the last hour and a half I was taking the canned spaghetti off the main belt and sending it to the next stop where it would have a label placed on it. I was by myself and my mind wandered to when Cody and Spencer were just boy's, little boy's. For some reason, I spent that whole time thinking about them as little ones, seeing random scenes pass through my head, and it was emotional for me.

When I got into my van to come home, I turned on the radio to this:

Let them be little:

I can remember when you fit in the palm of my hand.
You felt so good in it; no bigger than a minute.
How it amazes me you're changin' with every blink.
Faster than a flower blooms, they grow up all too soon.
So let them be little,
'Cause they're only that way for a while.
Give them hope, give them praise, Give them love every day.
Let them cry, let 'em giggle, Let 'em sleep in the middle,
Oh, but let them be little.

never felt so much in one little tender touch.
I live for those kisses, your prayers an' your wishes.
An' now you're teachin' me how only a child can see.
Tonight, while we're on our knees, all I ask is: Please,
let them be little, 'Cause they're only that way for a while.
Give them hope, give them praise, Give them love every day.
Let them cry, let 'em giggle, Let 'em sleep in the middle,
Oh, but let them be little.

So innocent, precious soul:
You turn around, an' it's time to let them go.
So, let them be little,'Cause they're only that way for a while.
Give them hope, give them praise,Give them love every day.
Let them cry, let 'em giggle, Let 'em sleep in the middle,
Oh, but let them be little.
Let them be little.

I cried ALL the way home; sobbed really. I literally couldn't stop crying. When the song was over I turned it off and contemplated how much I LOVE these boys.

I am grateful for all the time in classrooms, scout activities, bike rides, room mother parties, singing with them at bedtime, reading stories, watching musicals, swimming and various other activities I made the time to invest in while they were little, for they were only that way for a while.

I gave them hope, gave them praise, gave them love every day,
I let them cry, let 'em giggle, let 'em sleep in the middle,
and I was honored to do so.