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lullabies again

ingenuity: fitting two crackers perfectly
between the tines of your for so you can
eat them at the same time.
john has recently started singing songs with us, instead of just by himself or wanting us to sing them. i think the first one was the til-then-obnoxious "i love you" song from barney. i've always hated that song. but somehow, delivered in a sweet little sincere boy voice, it suddenly is pretty freaking great.

we progressed to the alphabet song, which john can now sing just about perfectly. he sometimes skips t-u-v, but he mostly sings it along with us beautifully. same with twinkle twinkle little star (tho in john's rendition, it's twinkle little little star).

but just the other night, something happened that was pretty amazing for me. john requested, and then started singing along with, one of the lullabies i wrote for him.

it shouldn't surprise me that he has learned these songs, since i've sung then to him almost every single night since he was born. he hears my lullabies at least as much as wheels on the bus and the bumblebee song.

but there was just something dumbfounding to me about hearing the lyrics and melody i wrote, a creation from my brain, sung in that sweet angel voice. 

i'll tell you what: i'm a pretty mediocre songwriter, and my singing skills are decidedly lackluster. but that duet that we sang - which has encored each night since - is the most beautiful music i think i've ever heard. it's awesome.

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