Tyler is wandering around the house, playing and imagining and building in his mind and with his hands. As children do in their beautiful way of not thinking or hearing themselves, he is singing the same eight bars of a praise song.
We raise our white flag.
The war is over.
Love has come.
Your love has won.
And in his own little off-key repeat, it feels to me like he is blessing our home.
Sing, sweet boy. Let your words paint the walls and fill the air.