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Joy can be found in the most unlikely places.
For years, my children have recorded voice notes on my cell phone. I never realized the magic that was in my hand until the night I discovered five years worth of sound clips of my children laughing and singing. The first note was recorded in 2009. I froze when I heard the sweet, delicate sound of my daughter's voice at the age of ten. My son, also five years younger, no longer had the deep tones in his voice of the young man that he is today. We know these voices, but they slowly slip away without notice as life simply carries these children forward.
Suddenly, the cracked screen of my apparently five year old phone was no longer important. This broken device was a time machine that could carry me back to the days when my son would record his attempts at playing Pachelbel's Canon in D Major on an untuned piano. It holds the sound of my daughter singing impromptu rap songs and then falling to the floor giggling. In one of the longer notes, I heard my own voice reading to my children and laughing as my son tried in vain to distract us from this activity by narrating a completely different story than that which we were actually reading.
There are dozens upon dozens of songs, sounds, and memories that were left there only to be enjoyed years later. In one night, I heard my children's sweet voices change to that of the young man and young lady that they are today.
The sound of their laughter across a five year span was just the right thing to usher in this holiday season as family return home. I know they don't realize as they pull up in their own vehicles from far away places that I still see the younger version of each of them. Their laughter is what fills the spaces in time when they are gone. Whether it is a good memory, an unexpected phone call or a voice note left on a broken phone, it fills me with joy!