Our melody.

It's in the classical music hushed in our babies' room,
the gentle laughter from a tucked in toddler, wrestling sheets and fighting sleep,
our knowing smiles, dizzy from sleeplessness and heavy with responsibilities,
the crackle of dinner on the stove,
hum of the washing machine,
bubbling groans of the coffee pot.
It's our song, all of it, without words to diminish it.

I hum our melody all night long.

When our song began. 8-29-2009.