Friday, September 14, 2007

Sing To Me

My little chick was happy tonight. She sang to me on the train on the way home. She rode on my shoulders from the train station home, alternately holding on to/steering me by/"fixing" my hair and singing almost the whole time. We made a tent, and sang in that, and even bath time had some pretty serious singing action.

I think it may be the most beautiful thing in the world.

*sigh*

4 comments:

none said...

Awwww! Guess that concludes the "what really moves me" and "what are the compelling forces in my life" portion of the program . . .

Anonymous said...

I second the motion. Sounds like your kind of sublime.

Isn't it fun what you're able to do together as she's getting older?

And I'll say it again... she's a budding singer/songwriter like her daddy.

Anonymous said...

My kind of sublime was today's Police concert.
My next sublime will probably be having my own (hypothetical) children singing their tunes one day (= *melt*
The next best thing was having my nephew sing Roxette's "Dangerous"!! I was proud. I think I even got teary-eyed. *sigh* Good boy.

Darryl said...

Well, not exactly concludes, but it's a big part of it. She's amazing, and it's wonderful for her to be at an age where she's able to just make up songs as she goes along but still young enough not to feel strange about them.

And Caro, I like Sting, too. It's a different kind of effect. Not sure what kind of timeline you have in mind, but I would guess there may be a chance for one or two more great moments in between for you...