Making Our Garden Grow

We sang a new piece at choir practice last night. It's called "Make Our Garden Grow" from "Candide" by Leonard Bernstein. As I was reading the words and listening to the beautiful harmonies, my eyes welled up and I realized it was all stabbing me right in the heart. Here are the words (but it's not the same without the music. To hear it, click HERE.)

You’ve been a fool and so have I
But let’s be man and wife.
And let us try before we die
To make some sense of Life

I thought the world was sugar-cake
For so our Master said.
But now I’ll teach my hands to bake
Our loaf of daily bread.

Let dreamers dream what worlds they please
Those Edens can’t be found.
The sweetest flow’rs, the fairest trees,
Are grown in solid ground.

We’re neither pure, nor wise, nor good;
We’ll do the best we know
We’ll build our house
And chop our wood,
And make our garden grow

I guess what got to me is how applicable this is with Steve and me and our little family. There's seldom anything grand or important about what we do every day. But we do it anyway and we try to spread some joy along the way.

But here's the real truth: we've come together, Steven and I, to try and plant our little seeds, build our home and make our way. We'll do the very best we can, whilst making a multitude of mistakes along the way. But in the end (and in the making, too) our little garden will be a paradise; if only because we made it together.