There's an Irish proverb that says...
"The most beautiful music of all is the music of what happens"
And the beautiful music for me this weekend was spending it with a group of junior high kids that (as they always do) blessed me way more than I blessed them.
And today...I'm facing the beautiful music of an aching, sleep-deprived body, a truckload of dirty laundry, a house in disarray. You get the idea...but it's still music, good music that is (loudly) singing my name.
May the music of what happens in your day be beautiful.