Friday Night, Ain't it Great?

So Madeleina just walked in at 7:01 and announced that the sun is too high. "Way too high. I mean, way too too high!".
And then she walked to the living room and announced she'd just found the bandaids we've been looking for the last couple of weeks and which have already been replaced.
And just before this she has been out in the front yard, herding the goats, Boots, the cat and the chickens, none of whom have been fed yet, with a broken metal broom pole and singing to them. "I am the wizard! I have made you all what you are! I can change you if I want but I don't want to! You are all fine---get over there, you stupid goat! Don't you know I'm talking to you?"
Life is so so sweet and precious. To hear her making up songs out there and hitting notes I couldn't hit before my whatever's fell some near 50 years ago is just fantastic. Her voice soars like magic. If I could bottle it and listen to it daily, I would. She shatters the crystal of my heart effortlessly.
I'm just so lucky, and happy to be alive.
Thanks white light.