Making the Most of The Last Days of Summer…Through Music

For this week’s #musicmonday I’m sharing a tender mercy I was blessed with at our last day at the local pool. I was having a woe-is-me moment as I saw everyone swimming and realized I couldn’t get in the pool yet post-surgery, while also stressing about how I would look after my next surgery (it’s hard not to think about your body when you’re surrounded by people in swimwear.)  As I worried and held back tears, Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer” began to play over the loudspeaker.  I have NEVER heard that song played at a pool, but it felt like a message from my dad to me. He liked singing it to me when I was little and even called me his “tiny dancer” especially when he played the piano while I danced in the living room.
That afternoon I went and stood by the speakers at the pool and soaked in every note and word of that sweet song. Then, renewed by this reminder of my daddy’s love, I went back to my kids and offered to run through the splash pad with them.  My youngest took these photos and I’m so glad he did.  He reminded me that even though it feels like I’m standing on the sidelines of motherhood because I can’t do as much yet while still recovering from surgery, that isn’t true at all.

 

And besides, standing on the sidelines has its perks too like capturing precious moments like these. Aren’t cell phones incredible??  And aren’t kids SO MUCH FUN??

 

 

 I’m not sure what was happening here, but they were REALLY excited about being number 1 in something. LOL
 The last snow cone of summer, best enjoyed with friends.
I’m so thankful for the family I have that supports me here and helps me push through the harder moments, my living children, husband, mother, sisters, friends, and extended family.  But I’m also eternally grateful for the angels that attend to me, lift me up, and sing me reminders of their faith in me.  I wouldn’t be smiling without them.  I really don’t know who I would be or where I would be without them.  It takes a village, from both sides of the veil.
 Finally, I’m grateful to God for trials.  They show us what we’re made of.  They show us how far we’ve come.  They show us, that with the right support, we can do anything.