(Picture: my beautiful daughter who loves to wake me up first thing in the morning, she will completely ignore her daddy's side of the bed and come straight to me)
It is a spectacular feeling, despite the droopy eyes, to listen as she sings brightly and as clearly as a 3 year old can. Switching easily from "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" to something of her own creation.
My daughter has such a beautiful little singing voice for a 3 year old. And an imagination to rival even the best novelists. As she flits about the kitchen singing, "I love my mommy and my daddy and my bubbas...." or "Now mommy is fixing me breakfast, and I love her and now she's pouring the milk, and I'm going to wake my bubbas..." In that sing-song voice only a 3 year old has.
It is enough to make this mother's heart melt, despite the lack of sleep from getting engrossed in yet another book and being awaked before the alarm with the same 3 year old poking me in the arm and trying to pry my eyelids open.
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