The Magical Sound of Things

Every night we sing a song to Patch and then say prayers. Lately his song of choice is My Heavenly Father Loves Me. He calls it the pretty song, that's because at the end of the first verse it says, "I'm glad that I live in this beautiful world". Since it has the word beautiful, he thinks the song is pretty.
Lately he's started singing it with me. We love to point to his eyes, ears, mind and heart as each part is sung. It is the most magical sound to hear my baby boy singing. He lights up at the end of each verse as we sing about his Heavenly Father who loves him.
I'm so thankful for the primary songs. I could never teach him about this love the way music has. I love that he comes home from nursery telling me that "Sis. Elephant" (Oliphant) sang I Am A Child of God or some other song I've forgotten to sing with him.
I love music. I love my children. I love my Heavenly Father.

Whenever I hear the song of a bird or look at the blue, blue sky. Whenever I feel the rain on my face, or the wind as it rushes by. Whenever I touch a velvet rose, or walk by a lilac tree, I'm glad that I live in this beautiful world ~ Heavenly Father created for me.

He gave me my eyes that I might see the color of butterfly wings. He gave me my ears that I might hear the magical sound of things. He gave me my life, my mind, my heart, I thank him reverently, for all His creations of which I'm apart. Yes, I know Heavenly Father loves me.