Today is my first daughters birthday. Her letter has been writing itself in my heart these last four years, and I’ll post it soon, but it’s Music Monday.
I sang this song to Abigail every time I put her to bed, from infancy until she was two and started asking for different songs. I still sing it to her, and she knows all the words, but I wonder if she knows why she knows the words.
Last night, I lay in bed with the girls and the disreputable dog, and I sang them to sleep. It only took four songs, and this was the last one. I hope I never forget nights like this.
I woke her up this morning, and gave her a gift, and kissed her entire face, and Kate and I sang happy birthday. She glowed, lit from within by the joy of understanding what it means to be alive, and loved. Or maybe she was just excited about getting presents.
Even though I won’t see her for several days, and even though every one of those days is the hardest day of my life, I’ll be singing her song. Because I can’t help it, because my blood sings in her veins, and the blood in my body can’t help but carry that resonance.