Out of the blue, Reagan has started asking me to sing her a song before bed. No one, and I mean NO ONE has EVER wanted me to sing to them before. I find it incredibly endearing that the sound of my off-kilter, off-key voice soothes her to sleep.
That, my friends, is love.
1 comment:
Enjoy it while it lasts - one thing that resonated with me was the thought that you are never going to know when the last song will happen. One day - she will stop asking and that nightly ritual will go away. Not having a very good voice myself - and using it mostly for screeching at the girls - I find myself missing those nighttimes.
Post a Comment