I now completely understand how families seventy years ago would gather around the radio just to listen together. When it's on, my children won't leave the room. There's something so magnetically attractive about music, about a good story, about radio surprising you with the next song.
This radio/record player came to live at our home a couple weeks ago, transplanted from my grandpa's farm house to our little cottage in the city.
And Ben has found a new friend.
He will stand and listen and bounce along to the music. His love for rhythm and sound brings us all in the room to watch. And we listen and giggle along with him.
It's these little moments that make each day just a bit sweeter, and my sweet boys make every day momentous.
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