I remember when my son was a tiny guy and at night we would listen to him singing in the next room. That was the most beautiful sound. It was literally a sweet sound like a sweet taste is in your mouth. I'm not sure I can even describe it in words.
Tonight I am lying in bed and can hear him singing in the next room. And the sound is just as sweet. He's sung classic rock songs, his own silly-made up songs, and praise songs. To hear you're 17 year old singing, "I will adore you" in praise is about the best thing a Mom could ask for!
I am so blessed, so thankful and am having a "Mary moment", the other Mary, not me. I'm having one of those, "and she stored up these things and treasured them in her heart" moments. I think Mary had more moments like that with her son than just at his birth. I believe she felt just like I do tonight...