Last night, I was tickled beyond words to be distracted from my reading in bed around midnight when I heard Chica's little voice signing through the monitor. Her melody of choice? Taylor Swift's, "22." To hear her quietly singing, "I don't know about you, but I'm feelin' 22..." was beyond adorable. I mean, I die.
And Little Man is adamant about his song requests these days at nap time and bed time. His melody of choice? Sam Hunt's "House Party." Complete with some small dance moves on his part. I mean, I die. Again.
And Chicklet cracks me up to no end by mimicking Sam Hunt's signature half-spoken, half-sung, "Break Up In A Small Town" on our way to and from Chica's school. I mean...just stick a fork in me. I'm done.
I loooooove that my trio loves their music. And even though it's sometimes panic-inducing to let them freely pluck out tunes on our piano (gentle, please, gentle!), they can do it any day and twice on Sunday, as far as I'm concerned. And usually do.
And for the record, this Mama bear had her own musical moment last night when I finally had ten minutes (mostly to myself, sometimes with kiddo "assistance") to pluck out a few tunes from the sheet music I got to bring home from Nanna's this weekend. (Melody of choice? The epic theme from Jurassic Park, ha.) And, no joke, I actually cried a teeny-tiny bit.
From joy, just in case you're worried, ha.
Music is beautiful.
And I want lots of it always.
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