Once upon a time, I listened to whatever music I liked, generally worship music. And when I like a song, I listen to it over and over, and it becomes a part of me and my world and my brain and the soundtrack of my day and my dreams at night. Usually, this is a beautiful thing.
Then, along came a grandbaby. When she was about 10 months old, I thought I would introduce her to the alphabet through the world of technology–an app on my iPhone. One such app has a catchy tune for each letter of the alphabet, and Brooklyn LOVES to listen to them.
Now the soundtrack to my life sounds something like this: “Hooray! Hooray! Hooray for A!”
I don’t think I’d have it any other way.