Sometimes it's Music

The other night Tucker was utterly exhausted, and was running around the house in a state of giggling delirium. In an effort to calm him I scooped him up into my arms and cradled him. He looked up at me and requested (as if this was totally normal): "See the moon? I see the moon?" It caught me off guard, but I laughed and started to sing to him... And then he started to sing.

Now, don't get me wrong, Tucker has "sung" before... He just hasn't sung. His voice turned to a melody, and, despite the fact that he didn't know the whole song, he made his voice follow the tune that I was singing for him. And later that night he did it again.

This time we were lying in bed together- he reluctant to fall asleep and me desperate to calm him one way or another. And so I started to sing the songs my dad would sing with me when I was little... Two of which are listed below:

Lord, You are more precious than silver.

Lord, You are more costly than gold.

Lord, You are more beautiful than diamonds. 

And nothing I desire compares with you.

And 

I love You Lord,

And I lift my voice

To worship You

Oh my soul, rejoice! 

Take joy my King 

in what you hear, 

And may it be a sweet,

Sweet song in Your ear! 

As soon as he realized what each song was as I was singing it, he would join in with me. Singing in the same manner he sang "I see the moon" earlier that evening, and my eyes started to get a little leaky... Suddenly, I was six years old, sitting on my bed, singing with my dad, "The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want..." 

One of my fondest memories of my childhood is now one of my fondest memories of motherhood. 

Happy Birthday, Dad!

We love you!