Pausing in the hallway, I stopped and listened.

Upstairs was a loud pounding, my eldest son slamming a mini basketball in his little brother’s room.  Slam!  Slam!

My middle son plucking away at his viola.  “Ode to Joy” filling the ears.  Pluck! Pluck!

In the kitchen, my youngest son taking his turn at washing dishes.  Slosh!  Slosh!

A lot of noise, but together something beautiful and just the way it should be.