I don’t have a photo to share with you about today’s gratitude.
But just sit with me, and listen as I talk you through it.
Imagine… the sun is bright. It’s 3:30, so the sun is just past it’s halfway point in the sky.
Still, it’s blinding.
Not a whisper of a breeze. Nothing. The horizon is clear. You can see the blue waters of Port Phillip Bay.
I am on the balcony.
I am relaxed. Breathing deeply. I’ve just finished work, so all the day’s rushing and routine is melting away under the heat.
But my empty coffee cup sits on the small table in front of me, so I’m starting to perk up too.
Baby girl is sitting next to me… with a toy ukelele. She strums it, showing me how she can do so with both hands.
“Sing a song Mum,” she goes.
“Mama,” I begin. “Ooooh.”
But I realise the words will go dark soon, and with only me and baby girl there, it’ll be even louder.
“I’ve got another one.
Love of my life, don’t leave me
You’ve stolen my love, you now desert me…”
And so I went singing a few more Freddie lyrics, while baby girl strummed the ukelele.
It was the sweetest, loveliest little moment. I actually wished I was a professional singer, as the practise of singing along to an instrument felt so soothing and special.
“That was beautiful honey,” I said. “But I don’t think I’ll give up my day job.”
Still, that little musical moment made my day. 💖