Tonight, as we were laying calmly in the dark, quietly waiting for sleep, Hazel (who was cuddled up with kitty Lily) began to sing very softly. It was a beautiful little tune of her own making, and I found this teeny snippet remarkably profound (and wonderful:
"When you hear a heart beating, how can you not sing along?"
Touché, Hazel my dear. Touché.
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