I love singing to you. Mostly I make up words to songs we know. You love it too. Before you go to sleep you like me singing versions of "got a whale of a tale to tell you lads, a whale of a tale or two. About your mom I love, and a flappin fish, and nights like this with the moon above (at which point we both point our fingers to the sky), a whale of a tale and its all true, I swear by auntie Kim's tatoo."
|You like music too- the wind chime tree|
|Snuggling up in the morning|
|Your morning coffee with your morning cartoons|
|With the aid of a stick you can make the wind chime play|
|whack it son!|
But as I sang to you I thought of how you will grow, and these songs that I know will be not sung to you anymore, and if I try to sing them you will say "oh dad." I won't be cool.
Its ok though. Because I know that someday you are going to be a dad, and when you are, you will realize that learning and singing songs to your children will be important to them, but more important to you.
Until then, son, I am going to keep singing.