The Saturday symphony begins as electric mixers hum and speakers pulse. The rapid succession of thuds signal the conductors below, informing them that the final instrumentalists are awake and ready to play their part. Three children emerge from the stairs hauling pencils, pastels, and sketch paper, littering the living room floor as new masterpieces are planned and executed. Music from microphones fill the rooms with my mother's soulful singing while graphite and stationary collide to become art. The kitchen bustles with the whirring and whizzing of batter being baked by my father. To an outsider listening in only a cacophony of chaos can be heard, but to me, it's the sound of home.
Creativity was something that God gave my family in abundance.
Creativity was something that God gave my family in abundance.