Then sings my soul.

Last night I was driving home from going to a green house with my sister and it was in that twilight hour where the moon plays hide and seek behind the mountains as you drive.  I had just been talking to Becki about how stupid sentimental I am about things and how there are moments, places, smells etc. that when they hit me I almost feel my soul take a deep sigh.  I told her it is these moments that I understand the lyrics "then sings my soul".  Let Maria Von Trap have her raindrops on roses and her whiskers on kittens I have my own favorite things.  I have the smell of geranium leaves at the beginning of spring or the smell of a roast cooking as you come home from church.  Don't even get me started on the taste of my mom's gravy, (when I was a kid for my birthday she would give me my own gravy boat).  I have the sound of rain on a hot summers night thumping down on the leaves outside my window.  I have the touch of my wife's foot sliding over to meet mine as I crawl into bed (our own code for I love you...even when I'm not awake).  I have the sound of Molly laughing at something Sophie has done or my Aunt Mere's laugh (that is one I miss hearing).  I have the sight of my dad's sheepish grin when he is embarrassed by something and trying not to laugh.  I have the feeling of breaking up clots of dirt between my fingers and the fresh cut grass between my toes as I mow the lawn.  I have walks with my family to visit the neighborhood yards and to see the Iris in bloom.  I have the smell of fresh cantaloupe that for some reason will always make me think of my mom.  I have the long stretches of road lined with lodge pole pines that tell me I'm in Yellowstone.  I have the equally long stretches of roads surrounded by fields and a slight smell of manure that signified I was close to my grandparents in Leamington (I wish my kids could have had this same memory).  I have those moments where just before dark Anna and I find ourselves walking the yard, hand in hand, as crickets serenade us and 'rocket'the squirrel puts on a show doing his tightrope walk just for us and that is when it hits...the sigh...the eyes welling with tears because I know my Heavenly Father loves me.