Good Night, Sweet Girl

I just put you to bed -- Daddy has to work late so he wasn't around to sing the last song which has been his job for quite some time now. When I went to leave your room, you told me you really wanted one more song. "Sing Dan Zanes," you said. This translates to "sing the Twelve Days of Christmas", the very very, very long song that Dan Zanes sang in his holiday concert and which (guess why?) has become one of your favorite songs before bed. I agreed and you told me that you were going to do the hand gestures and I should just sing.

Throughout the song, you were flat on your back doing the most incredible hand gestures high up in the air. You had a very serious, intent look on your face and were completely absorbed in what you were doing. It was so adorable that I was even singing a little slower than usual to prolong the joy for both of us. Then suddenly, you buried your arms under your blankets and started doing tiny little gestures. I asked if you were cold and you said you weren't, that only the upper parts of your arms were cold when you were raising your arms. I asked if you wanted your heat turned on. "No," you replied. "I just can't do high golden rings."

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You are starting early.

Happy New Year