The Music Inside

I feel blessed to have music inside me. It was not learned, I was born with it. It took me 19-20 years to identify with and be able to share this music. Through my hands and mouth, I possess the ability to express many complicated facets of my life through the arts.

I was putting Freda down on Saturday. She laid so close to me, our noses were a beautiful inch apart. She smells like love and life. I close my eyes to soak it in. She sucks her thumb as she falls asleep still, but this time I noticed something amazing. I could hear her 'sucking' in different pitches.

So I open my eyes and ask, "Freda, are you singing a song?"

"Yes Daddy" she says

I ask "What song are you singing?"

"My song" she whispers. "la la la la la la la...."

"Your song?" I query.

"Yes, the song thats inside me."

Thats MY girl.

I wonder...

I bet! You should call sometime!

Brief update since the last post:

She got bigger. 

Binky gone.

Potty trained.

She started writing. Her drawings are of things now not just Rorschach blobs. 

She cracked herself up the other day when she made a joke.

"That is perfectly fine Poppy"

"Papa, have you ever had a motorcycle?" 

"Hold on, let me think about it...hmmmm. okay!"

"Lets play hide and seek. You count and I will hide over here."

"I'm two. Daddy, what is your letter?"