The Sound of Music...

It's so strange the different language that we all speak...the four of us. Maggie with smiles, and pterodactyl squeals and tears, with her cheeks as they squish upwards, crowding her eyes when she's happy. And Zoey, with a vocabulary well beyond what it should be, and a logic that anchors us to here and now, and the looks, oh the growing cache of looks that say a million things. Of course June, and her steady, sturdy, marathoner head and heart, and then me, all emotion, and fireburst ideas, and sprinting, all the time sprinting. But...and I know that I shouldn't start a sentence with "but" and I don't care...But somehow we all understand one another, with no need for translation, and no gap in comprehension...well, usually. In the end our languages all sound the same, and say the same things. Together we sound like Saturday morning coffee before the house wakes up, or rain on the roof. When we're together we sound like Van Morrison on the radio, and water on the hull. When we're together we sound like laughter and the crackle of a camp fire. We sound like the crack of a ball on a bat, and an amusement park roller coaster ride. Together we sound like a stadium when the lights go down and that first note reaches the rafters. When we're together it sounds remarkably like waves kissing the beach, and well, home. We sound like a family.