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.
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Dude.
I know it's the holidays, and I know we're feeling a bit under the weather. But this slays me.
Cheers to your little singer. And cheers to a Mama and Papa who soak it all up.
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