The weather is gorgeous today and I have the all the windows open to better enjoy the fresh air, scent an sight of roses so close I could touch them, and singing birds, as I work.
About ten minutes ago, the little girl next door starting singing at the top of her lungs, “SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL COME!” Not the whole song, just that one line. Over and over and over and over again. At first it made me smile and brought up many fun memories of my children having done the same thing and my grandchildren still doing it.
Every few minutes the little girl’s mother claps enthusiastically, which inspires her to attempt to belt it out even louder.
After several minutes of the repetition my smile began to fade as I attempted to concentrate on what I was doing. Then I became tempted to yell, “Your prince is on his way!” but there is no way I’m going to spoil the moment for the little girl and her mother.
I do hope her prince comes quickly.