The Union of Voice

One of my favorite sounds on earth is the low rumble and hum of conversation- as it blends in a union of voice, filled with laughter, and without pause for breath.

The sound of family.

It triggers deep memories- the memories of a very young child napping in another room, comforted by the tones of security as loved ones mingled. Distant. Faint.

Most of my life consisted of two parents and younger sister. A strange void in the hum.

Now that I’m married, I have Aunts, Uncles, and many, many cousins.

My heart soars.

I know that the bigger the family the more potential for drama. I’mĀ unfazed. Perhaps because this “new” family of mine is far more beautiful than dramatic. Even now, as I type, I am comforted by the low tune of their conversations. Conversations about loved ones passed on, growing up in a different era, lessons learned through time and experience, and the laughter that comes after years have healed pain and tears have turned into wisdom.

Parents, once children, now guide and train their own. New memories form that the future adults will share with one another over a great Thanksgiving feast, while their own children are comforted in other rooms by the sounds of love and family.

The hum carries through the generations. The united voices change as it’s members pass into eternity and the next generation fills their place in the music of celebration and togetherness.

Sit back, close your eyes, and let the hum fill you.

If you don’t have a large family (like I didn’t) the same notes can be heard among loving friends.

Listen for it. Move to it.

Join it.

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