It's the little things

The Buy Nothing Group has been amazing this last little while. Not only did we adopt Gary, but we also got this cool teeter-totter and some supplies for a Nerf gun battle the young men in our ward want to have. We've also given away a stroller and hopefully our water table will be picked up tomorrow (as it turns out...I am not a water table parent and my kids are not water table kids—my children do not demurely splash in water...it's all or nothing for them). 

This post isn't about the Buy Nothing Group, though I do have some pictures of my kids enjoying their new-to-them teeter-totter:

This post is about granting wishes, however.

Wishes come in all shapes and sizes...and the miracle/answers to these wishes are likewise different, often unexpected. Sometimes they come from perfectly timed/aligned posts on the Buy Nothing Group. Sometimes they come from a neighbour or friend texting you on just the right day. Sometimes it's getting a job that pays you just enough to cover tuition. These miracles are big and small and everything in-between. 

Anyway...we went to choir on Sunday afternoon. I go with five of my kids (Phoebe stays home with Daddy). We make up about half the choir. We're kind of a big deal (just kidding; I mean, people for sure notice when we don't show up...but we are in the ward choir (and not actively touring on Broadway) for a reason). Anyway, the choir director asked for someone to shout out a favourite hymn that we could use as a warm-up. 

Alexander's hand shot into the air and he called out, "We Three Kings! I love that song! I can play it! I even have it memorized, but it's just a simplified version of the song, not the actual thing, but I'm going to learn the actual song one day."

And the choir director was like, "I...don't think that's in the hymn book."

And I gave him a little pat on the back and was like, "Tough luck, kid."

But someone in the back called out, "That's so cool that you know how to play it!"

And someone else said, "I like that song, too!"

And the accompanist surprised me by saying, "Let's just do it!" and—without music—started picking out We Three Kings on the piano. The whole choir joined in with four-part harmony, mumbling through the bits they didn't know and belting out the parts they did, and just as quickly as it came together...it was over.

We chose another (not Christmas) warm-up song from the hymn book (so everybody had the notes and words in front of them) and then went on with our practice.

But those thirty seconds felt magical somehow—even sacred. 

Alexander was super excited about singing his choice of song, but beyond that, I felt very tended to in that moment. And that was nice.