I have been stuck in bed for 4 days now with the most awful sickness I have had in a long time. Besides coughing up my lungs, sweating buckets, aches, and the other various sick related symptoms that need not be mentioned, there have been some perks. I have lost at least 5 pounds now. Yay!

But the most pleasurable things are the sounds of my family. On Sunday afternoon, I listened to my daughter singing while playing the piano while another daughter danced in the hallway. My little 5 year old was showing off how he wore super socks that made him run super fast (yet there were no socks on his feet, thank goodness.) When he wasn’t running, I could hear where he was because he recently learned how to whistle. Cutest thing ever! 

Such heaven to hear the family read scriptures and say family prayers. I even get a delight when I hear my husband say, “No wrestling during prayers!”

The sound of my 8-year-old boy tossing his ball and catching it in his mitt as he walks around the house. 

I could hear my husband playing ball in the backyard with the two boys. What a treat for these little guys!

The family home evening song.

Valentines being made.

The angelic laughter of little children playing with each other and especially their dad. That won’t last forever.

My husband doing the dishes. I married well.

There were also the other moments of a regular family. Someone bopping someone on the head or the injustice of having to do chores, homework or eating healthy. But those seemed to be less than usual or maybe I just always noticed the noisy parts of the family before because I wasn’t forced to be quiet and listen.