Val wakes up early and cheerfully. Elaine and I wake up slowly and are prone to grouchiness.
This morning Val stood by my pillow and whispered, "Mommy! I heard someone playing beautiful music."
I hadn't heard anything (though I'm sure she had) and because I'm only slightly better at controlling my grouchiness than Elaine, I asked Val about the music. She sang a little of it for me and then concluded, "It's nice to hear music in the morning, Mommy."
I agreed and asked what her favorite kind of music was, hoping she'd talk for a while and I could eke out a few more minutes of sleep. Her reply was prompt and her request, sincere.
"Amazing Grace. Mommy, will you play that for me while I eat breakfast?"
And that's why I was playing and singing Amazing Grace for an audience of one (and then a grouchy second one) at 6:30 am.
As my sleepy brain directed my hands in a clunky version of the hymn, my heart suddenly smiled to recall the countless times I awoke to the sound of my grandpa playing beautiful music during the early morning hours of my college years.
Val doesn't remember her great-grandpa but I'm so glad they share the belief that it's nice to hear music in the morning.