He's talking about something but I stopped listening minutes ago. My husband has a unique skill set that gives him the ability to speak about one subject at length. When we were new I'd cling on to every word, savoring the sound of his voice and curve of his lips, pulling up on corner more than the other. Now we have settled in, and we don't always listen.
It's something that I want to be better about. I need to learn to listen with my heart and head and enjoy the lilt of his voice again. But he's not the only one I stopped listening to.
I've been so busy lately I have neglected my prayer life. I haven't been waking up thanking God for the day or falling asleep grateful for the bed beneath me or the roof above me or the child curled up on my arms or the sweet voice of my husband as he tells me about his day. I need to listen. I need to hear.