my little windchime girl

Eleanor sings all the time, and my reactions to it vary from amazement at how well she can match a tune perfectly, to pride in how she can come up with the most wonderful lyrics, to complete annoyance that she just won't stop! This morning I was feeling completely annoyed that I had gotten up at 6 and 2 1/2 hours later I still couldn't get the girls dressed to leave the house. As I looked in the mirror, brushing my teeth, thinking to myself, "why is this so difficult?" I heard Eleanor's sweet voice coming from her bedroom. From the lovely lilting tone I could tell that she was singing to herself while immersed in some imaginary world of fairies or princesses. She sounded so content that for the first time I experienced her singing as something comforting, like the soft tones of a windchime in the distance. I brushed my teeth feeling peaceful for two precious minutes before I had to re-enter the stressful reality of getting 'out the door' in the morning.