The Songs I Can't Forget

We got colors, like 'em a lot. We got colors, like 'em a lot.

While we hunkered down in the bathroom in the center of our house, Jenny invented this song. Over and Over and Over and Over and Over, during the 30 minutes we hid from the tornado.

Oh God, thank you for giving my little girl a beautiful voice. Please help me get this song out of my head so I can sleep tonight. :)

It is truly amazing- the voice of my child. And she loves singing so much right now.

I get snippets from things she learns at preschool:

Jesus loves me and He loves you too. You will never have a friend so true. Come and see how much He cares for you. Jesus love me and He loves you too (and then the whole thing starts over again).

We are thankful (:|) For our food (:|) Each and ev-re-re-re da-ay. You will hear us sa-ay. Thank you God. Thank you God. Aaaaaaa-men! Let's eat.

And I get so tickled by how she's now getting her ABC's totally correct. I used to think it was so cute listening to her do the LMNOP part and how she mumbled through it before. It was amazing when I heard her do it all the way right - I cried (again) because I just can't believe how much she's really grown up.

And she's picking up songs like crazy. We now sing, You are My Sunshine and Puff the Magic Dragon - both songs that she can sing on her own, but both she's willing to share with me.

I know I sound like a broken record, but I'm astounded by her, every day. I thank God on a daily basis for answering my prayers so perfectly. It even makes me slightly paranoid that someone is going to come along and say - well, we made a mistake - she's not really your kid so we're going to have to give her back to her perfect parents who are a famous opera singer and a nuclear physicist (okay, it just took me three tries to spekk that work right).

And then I look at her when she's just getting up from her nap and how she tugs her magic blanket over her ear. And I think, nope this one is definitely mine.

And I hear her little twang in You are my Sunshine and I go, Yup - that's my little girl.

And then she makes up a song about her crayons and markers to help scare away the tornado while we're huddled in the bathroom alone because Daddy's staying safely off the road. And somehow that silly little song, sung at the tops of our lungs, makes it easier to deal with the fear I know we both have because we're trying to be brave during a storm and without Daddy.

We got colors, like 'em a lot. We got colors, like 'em a lot...